To Remember

by ddavidd   Dec 5, 2017


I did not just fall in love with you
I remembered you!
You, the promise land,
the pallet of nectars,
oxygen and springs,
blossoms and fragrances,
THE
fruits of life!

I remembered where
that there
is no degree
no margins and borders
no above or below,
where the world
is only truth, only trust
only veiled kisses.

I recalled all these in me
when I saw you.

I saw
that life is a squashing windmill,
everything pours down to powder
rocks, turn to sand,
-in order to pass through the throat of an hourglass-
everything falls
turns to debris,
to the
grains of dust!

And sometimes
a breeze blows the dusts away
for us
to see things fair again,
to see statues longings to be sculpted,
poetry longing to be written,
-transforming these grains of word
back to where they belong-
pixels
back to the countenances,
sands to the blocks
blocks
back to the rock-hard
buildings.

Blowing dust away to recognize
crystal clarity
again,
to remember you,
to remember “us”

and to remember
that you've
always been
with me.

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  • 1 month ago

    by ddavidd

    Thank you dearest Liz, Ren, Brenda, Em and Beautiful Soul. What could encourage you more than this fine group of writers liking your words. I appreciate all of you.

  • 1 month ago

    by mossgirl19

    You said I see myself in the mirror of poetry but ddavidd you are breathing poetry!!! It naturally exists in you and with you, as this poem proves.

  • 1 month ago

    by Black hole

    David, sorry for the late comment. I have no idea you have written this poem for whom.
    It starts with all those beautiful things you mentioned which only love could bring in our life. Whether they are blossoms or fragrances; oxygen or springs; the pallets of Nectar or THE fruits of life.

    David, I am still confused why you let the in uppercase. Could you please solve this mystery?

    Love is all about trust, when you trust someone you are ready to cross borders, no margins or degree can stop you from from reaching the land of truth which is partially hidden in fruits of kisses.

    Then, it shows the concept of life. Life is a squashing mill and how everything it creates has to destroy one day, even emotions or feelings.

    At last everything turns into dust. Some use that to sculpt a face or statues and how one could write a poem around it. Some make buildings out of it by showing us how everything destroys by life creates once again in one form or another, but it happens.

    I don't know but I love one minute detail about this poem. First, you chose the category 'love is' and then you title it 'to remember'. As a whole, it would be read as 'love is to remember'.

    I mean this is really impressive. Only you could have done that. I mean if you can win the weekly contest with just a tiny drop of moon, so here you created the whole universe.
    This is the way universe works, isn't it. It creates and destroys and recreates. Like, we consider ourselves lucky to see a dying star in the sky, we wish upon it too and sometimes we get our wish fulfilled. So, it destroys that star and in turn creates something for us.

    David, I always read your poems. It just I don't have much time to comment on each and every poem, but I always love the magic you create with your words.
    You are one of the finest poet in pnq.
    Your language is as refreshing as a waterfall and Unique as the songs of birds.
    David, love is to remember. I am not sure about the other but you really made it memorable for me.

    All the best!

    • 1 month ago

      by ddavidd

      Dear BH I am speechless. Your words make me feel that all those years of experiencing in the field, like bees gathering flowers zests, to save them in my hives, weren't such a waste of time.
      Love you my friend!!
      Edited:
      "THE" is referred to one of the Christian story about the fruit of life. It has been described as something that if you taste it, everything would pale in compare.
      Not that I'm much religion material, but I adore some parts of Bible, Quran, the book of Mormon, and Avesta. They all have some great poetical and mythological values that one could use them in poetry.

  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Well done Frank! I liked your message with this.

  • 1 month ago

    by Ren

    Wow! Your word choice and descriptions blow me away...well done!

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