MEMENTOS and MEMORIES
what happens
when I want to forget
old times, old places?
trinkets and knickknacks
fill the corners
of my room and spaces
they can be boxed up,
thrown out,
given away
what about memories
that fill my mind
like a movie, on play?
those can be
stuffed
into the back of my heart
yet how do I keep them
from
tearing me apart?
how can I stop
the sound of a laugh
or the moon from being full?
the sweet smell
of lantana,
or the sound of water’s lull?
what do I do
with mementos
intangible?
will they ever fade
into memories
more tolerable?
2012-01-26
P. Wanken
Written for We Write Poems prompt to write a “keepsakes like a breath” poem — go to their site to read all about it, and the work of other fine writers!
echoes from the silence 
how can I stop
the sound of a laugh
or the moon from being full?
Mmm really good poem, Paula, those especially caught me up. ~smiles
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Thank you, Hannah! 🙂 I appreciate your feedback.
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This is sweetly sentimental.
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Thanks Irene.
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that is truly, truly beautiful….. when i toss away those old odd mementoes this is exactly how i felt/feel… thank you for so eloquent a verse… miss pie
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thank you, miss pie 🙂
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Oh, yes, Memories can be wonderful or silly or painful, haunting. You’ve said this well. And I understand completely.
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Thank you, my friend. ❤
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