I’m on a roll! Don’t protest, loves. Just think of this as toilet paper roll okay, fair enough? When I realized it’s Friday, I figured I should try to wrangle something for this Bad Poetry Weekend post. I tried and this is the result. I’ve been listening to this song, Making Memories of Us by Keith Urban so that’s the inspiration.
Oddly, I found it hard to finish this piece. I stopped a lot of times because I can’t seem to find the words to end it right and almost gave up! Oh well, have a go at what I wrote and tell me maybe it’ll be better if I just did. Happy weekend! (previous Bad Poetry Weekend posts here, here, and here.)
My memory of you is a fiery sunset draped across the sky
Making the blue of the sea sparkle like your eyes
That is the most beautiful enigma my soul has ever known;
Drawing me in helplessly that I can’t look away
No matter how I try, I fail.
My memory of me is a pale moonlight shrouded by clouds
I know not exists; like the mysteries surrounding
The dark of the night, secrets only stars can tell,
Leaving me hollow and cold; fading in my stillness thinking -
Imagining – the shade luminiscence is.
My memory of us is the perfect spot within a storm
Where all around is a beautiful mess that’s an amalgam of
Your desires and mine trapped in the labyrinth of Crete;
The assault of emotions smiting me back to life,
Your presence moving, our plates colliding.
Photo taken from here.