Don't you love when
writing a poem seems
more like remembering
than creating
Plato said we never
actually learn something new
We only remember the forgotten
An idea easily dismissible
however...
sometimes this feels like
an accurate description of my experiences
Those clouds, about to burst with rain
remind me of something
Your smile, your frown
remind me of something
My idea of God
seems buried deep within me
That song, the emotions it evokes,
remind me of a time I can't remember
Her tears, those stains
seem vaguely familiar
His paintings, those cool, dark colors
make me feel at home
The way that proof glides along the lines of logic
reminds me of something intangible
The smell of homemade bread in the oven
reminds me of something inexpressible
That hurt you caused me
didn't come as a surprise
The contentment you gave me
didn't seem unprecedented
May your grace not be in vain
I will always remember
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
Don't you love when
writing a poem seems
more like remembering
than creating
Plato said we never
actually learn something new
We only remember the forgotten
An idea easily dismissible
however...
sometimes this feels like
an accurate description of my experiences
Those clouds, about to burst with rain
remind me of something
Your smile, your frown
remind me of something
My idea of God
seems buried deep within me
That song, the emotions it evokes,
remind me of a time I can't remember
Her tears, those stains
seem vaguely familiar
His paintings, those cool, dark colors
make me feel at home
The way that proof glides along the lines of logic
reminds me of something intangible
The smell of homemade bread in the oven
reminds me of something inexpressible
That hurt you caused me
didn't come as a surprise
The contentment you gave me
didn't seem unprecedented
May your grace not be in vain
I will always remember
