The Tall Teller

Cherry

By socialeaf

Tue, 05 Jul 2016
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Forgive the autumn traveler

as he catches glimpses

Recalls himself in a song

or a beam of warm sun

and sometimes after

 

the first seven or eight sips

thinks yes

This is it again

He remembers the fruitiness

of vintage summers

honeyed air

 

that he’s not sure

really happened

or the salty kisses

of ocean flings

that didn’t for sure

 

It doesn’t matter

Memories are as

real as lies

 

So forgive this autumn traveler

as I sit and stir wine

for stories

and fish love through

rays of light

 

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Comments

Submitted by seashore on

'Memories are as real as lies...'

Yes, I  can see the similarity.

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you for giving it a read:) 

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

What a gorgeous sense of memory.  I love the fish perspective.

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you Philip!

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Just beautiful. Lines as hard to pin down as memory and fish themselves. Illusory. Transitory and that ending tone is just perfect.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

This is a wonderful piece.  The nature of memory occupies us more in our autumn.  There's a beautiful wisdom and acceptance here, and the last lines are a wonderful evocation of the way stories are found.   

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I'm really enjoying your poems. Will pause for now, so as not to overindulge.

Parson Thru