Warm Memory

in darkness

in darkness (Photo credit: Qaoz)

Darkness resides here,
in the cave where once lived hope.
It invaded us
with stealth and a blatant lie
and left this sunless life,
empty echo, like shadow
that rings black on black inside.

I’d faith that maybe
spark or flame I could ignite,
pounding fists like rocks
on the hardened walls of flesh
that pumped desire once through me,
driving out that dark,
bringing back hope. Then…we’ll see.

And should I fail,
as so often I’ve fallen,
would you brightly smile
once more, so your image remains?
A flash of hope, cold
on my walls, I can steep in
its warm memory.

A free-write poem going back to my original style of linking 5- and 7-syllable lines. I don’t know from where it came, save a period of physical pain and deep depression over the past couple of week or so.  Sharing the result with my friends at dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link Night.

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18 thoughts on “Warm Memory

  1. Sad, poignant, powerful and from the heart, dear Joe. Strong writing, all the more powerful for the syllable restriction…definitely from a poets beating heart ❤ xox

  2. Somehow, even as a disabled old man, I refuse to allow depression into my personal sphere; for a poet can find joy midst anger, smiles midst pathos; hope the darkness has passed, and it is good you have a loving companion who can banish it, can transmute it. This piece is a powerful shout, a clenched fist, a kick in the bad knee, an emotional traffic jam; thanks.

  3. “It invaded us
    with stealth and a blatant lie
    and left this sunless life,
    empty echo, like shadow
    that rings black on black inside.”

    I have been to this dark side. Hope you are finding the light again, my friend. Well penned, Joe.

  4. hey Joe 🙂
    understanding physical pain and the terrible depression that chases it like a beast as I do,
    I am warmed and comforted by the feeling I am rewarded with in the reading; the hope and love is clear to see, sometimes I find the sharpest pain and the deepest depression can spark the most beautiful memories, almost as if they exist for us as painkiller . . . add a little opiate and, well bliss therein but if not then the purity of poetry and the foggy nature of a brilliant memory will see us thru the darker days. all the best Joe 🙂

  5. So many poems fit my chaotic mood lately. I feel the darkness and desperation of pounding fists of stone on flesh. I really like your use of “I’d faith.” I haven’t seen this before and now I wonder why I would ever use I believe when faith holds much more depth. Wonderful, Joe

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