Together-days

Wafted
by breeze
of past scented summers
the breath
of our
together-days drifted over
each vision
of memory we made.

Our
fun as we sensed the
other's desires,
wove red flamenco in tears
of delight
which
lived for some years.

All
blown away now
yet back then,
our scarlet poppy-days stood,
for a while,
totally still,
we willed it that way.

Some
of the falling stardust
remains, as reminder to note
how we loved
then together-days.

Life
only allows
us what we inspire it to be,
perfumed
recall of flower-powered time
still thrills me.

Now
that I highlight our former
perfumes
red-flamenco is
filling the room.

Ron Peat
"some of the falling stardust remains" What a poetic way to say "sweet memory". Well done Fay. and you finish the poem off with "Red famenco is filling the room." a grand read for sure. A poet friend, RH Peat

Shashendra Amalshan
This again is a wonderful poem Fay. I specially loved the line “Life only allows us what we inspire it to be”.. This poem not only mesmerizes the reader with its magical aura, but also offers him great wisdom.

Karin Anderson
I am breathless with this vibrant red flowers and your beautiful memories live on in this poem and perfume. I particularly love your second last stanza. 'Life only allows us what we inspire it to be'.

sonetta
memories are as real as we want them to be.....!

Nikunj
we live in the moments we chose to live with , life is where we are and what we think it to be ...... this is yet again a beautiful piece .

robyn selters
Delightful! ...'drifted over each vision of memory...' wonderful reminiscence

RAJ NANDY
FAY , IT WAS DELIGHTFUL TO READ ABOUT FLAMENCO COLORED DREAMS AND SCARLET POPPY-TIME ! -Raj

wojja fink
lovely ending Fay, filled my face with a smile.