Home

Memory Panes

by Amie Golda

Tug softly at my mem'ry,
Pull me from the depths of Time,
Now the world is mine.
I live through the notes and break free

Unravel me empty
Bring back what was once fine,
To where the details shine.
Tug softly at my mem'ry

Unleash them heavy
With heartaches that still chime;
I find the words still ryhme.
I live through the notes and break free

Untangle it sweetly,
Like the rushing warmth of wine.
Songs and scents from all time
Tug softly at my mem'ry
I live through the notes and break free.

11/25/2009

Author's Note: Not exactly a villanelle. Just modeled after it.

Posted on 12/14/2009
Copyright © 2024 Amie Golda

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/14/09 at 07:39 PM

... outstanding.....

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)