Poem: Heart – Memory

Heart – Memory

An experimental dual poem in quatrains by Sam Oliver [Eris]

 

With every floating shining bubble,

Drifting in my mind,

The heart’s desire is not a bauble,

To be paid in kind

 

It isn’t something that you grasp

Whilst grinning ear to ear

Or something else that has a clasp

To hold from webs held dear

 

You cannot touch it with your hand

You cannot see it with your eyes

If you try to feel a strand

You’ll find it slowly dies

 

Withers away and while you watch

You cannot drag it back

A memory falls and makes a match

But not a one that lies on track

 

From time to time we’ll find a heart

With memories all aflow

To say it is ’till death do us part’

To set the candle aglow

 

A candle of love like life long lost

A candle of hope with no fear

A candle that sings of winter’s frost

A candle that burns too near

 

To wax which melts and runs to form

A memory from the dust

You cannot bring it back to norm

No matter what your lust

 

The wax is run

The time is now

If make it done

Renewed

 

The heart which beat

To fill this life

With memory sweet

Unglued

 

In time and time again you’ll see

The beat will beat no more

In time and time again I’ll be

A memory,

on the

floor.

 

 

©2012 Sam Oliver [Eris]

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I like this poem. I have nothing further to say.

-Eris

PS: In case it wasn’t obvious, the idea was that I wanted to write something in nothing but quatrains with the ABABCDCD rhyming scheme. So there you go. Also, each pair of rhyming lines should have similar length as far as syllables go. I changed it up a bit solely because it matched the flow. It was a structured decision and it’s MY darn poem, so hush.