Undesired Metamorphosis

Memories assume a sepia tone...
You're just some scratches on the glass,
And some scrawls in the blank pages...
You are what is bygone...

Moments pretend non-existent...
Your gaze is just another passed ray,
And your touch a fleeting burn...
They should have been persistant...

Thoughts fall into paralyses...
Rememberance is a funeral service,
And forgetting the natural thing to do...
But these are undesired metamorphoses...

(c) Sana Rose 2011

robyn selters
thoughtful and perceptive piece, Sana... lovely to see you posting and this one is wonderfully deep and appealing

Karin Anderson
It's great to see you on the site again Sana with a deep and meaningful poem and the imagery in the first stanza really caught my eye~

James T. Adair
Hi Sana, I have never been able to bury memories. They're all there clear as now and float to the surface without warning. But the hardest thing is the vivid hopes of yesterday..they don't die either. That's why they invented the hug.

Susan Jarvis
From the beguiling title to the wistful and emotive closing line, this affecting poem captures the death of 'happy ever after' beautifully. An admirable write. :)

Keith Robinson
Nice return young lady...strong hues translated here...

PrEmJi PrEmJi
Remembrance is a funeral service... very powerful poem with a sad under-tone...

Sandra Martyres
Good write Sana...nice to see you on PF again...