memories on a postcard
For Poppy's Prompts #2
I remember...
when the world was light
and my world was innocent
When sirens were serene
and offered a sense of wonder
like windchimes in the breeze
--
I remember...
Before the crash of reality
and the facade cracked
Before sirens were near
and offered uncertainty
like windchimes in the gust front
--
I remember...
When sandcastes were monuments
and structures of creativity
Full of hope and potential
Limitless and unrestricted
like our mortal coil
--
I remember...
Before the sandcastles
Those monuments of so much
Became so little, a sandy grave
When the tide was high
and washed them away
Like the deluge of suffering
This mortal coil offers
-
in the end, we are just
memories on a postcard
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: This is for the lovely Poppy's awesome February Prompt challenge which you can find out more about below:
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Comments (13)
Oh, this is wonderful. Beautifully done, Paul. I loved this line, "I remember when sandcastles were monuments." Truly gorgeously done. 💗
This is brilliant!! First of all, I'm loving your AI art! I'm slightly disappointed you didn't refer to the prompts/ challenge as a "thingo" again hahah, I thought that was a tradition!! This whole poem feels like a voiceover at the opening of an awesome, iconic movie! "When sirens were serene" is probably the line that struck me the most. The juxtaposition is so powerful! Also, since you have vocal+ and can fix this easily, I feel I should tell you that you missed the second i in limitless in the third stanza :) Now back to it feeling like a movie, it conjured up some vivid images of a dystopian world but also one that perhaps represents the speaker's personal life. The sense of loss and nostalgia just seeps from every line. And that ending!! That's absolutely incredible! Like tattoo worthy incredible!
I remember When sandcastles were monuments - WOW! that line hit me in the heart! Brilliant!
Paul, this is amazing!! Great job
Well, if I am a memory on a postcard, I want to be secreted into someone's dusty old suitcase, put on top of a wardrobe and discovered, like magical treasure, by someone, who is actually searching for something else.
Whoaaa, this was so poignant and emotional! Such a Paulitical take on Poppy's Prompts! 🍩🥐
Like it was an entirely different lifetime & someone forgot to put postage on it.
Nostalgia and reality, very lovely Paul!
Wow. This is fantastic. Great entry!
Brilliant work as per Paul! And may I say this one really pulled the memory strings!
This is an excellent ‘Lot Burger’… Yahtzee! ✅🤣
I love how the tone shifts from childish innocence to adult cares and fears when the sirens and storm a tide wash everything magical and temporal away. I also love how expressive your final two lines are of this loss. Beautifully sad poem, Paul.
Loved it! keep up the good work!