Memories

Memories are dishonest things,

Over time they grow warts or wings.

They can cause grief, or fights or fuss,

Sometimes those white lies comfort us.

 

That mountain that we tried to climb,

And found all too adventurous,

We climbed it in our mind’s own eye,

Sometimes those white lies comfort us.


 

That lover who showed us the door,

Whose love made us delirious,

We “dumped him and he begged for more”,

Sometimes those white lies comfort us.

 

Memories are dishonest things,

Sometimes those white lies comfort us.

 

[My first attempt at a Kyrielle sonnet]

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14 Responses to Memories

  1. Sreejit Poole says:

    Very nice! and so true

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  2. Cubby says:

    This does not read like an inexpert whirl at all. It’s a terrific Kyrielle sonnet with a lot of truth. I love it! 🙂

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  3. Pingback: Excuses: A Kyrielle Sonnet and Challenge | Reowr

  4. This one has resonance for me.

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