Memories and Metamorphosis


Poem #2 for Nov. 5, Pad challenge

Memories and Metamorphosis

You are no longer the same,
but then, neither am I. We
have both been changed, rearranged,
yet continue to cling to these past
memories of laughter shared:
row boat without anchor, needing
to be banked; rented cottage;
motel rooms; water dripping
on kitchen floor; sipping huge
sodas in plastic glasses too big
to be grasped single-handedly,
and saved much longer
than their needed purpose;
road trips to Montana; hawks
and falcons; fishing; sudden bursts
of sunrise over lake; cloud action
breaking; writing couplets
of poetry while eating take-out
pizza; home-made shepherd’s
pie; ribs so well-cooked, they
almost melted in mouths
wide open to whatever might
come; believing in good things
that should go on forever.

But didn’t. Yet, we still hang on
to those better times, both willing
to remember: calling owls
by kissing folded hands in darkness,
then creeping away when we
realized we were completely
surrounded; sleeping on ground
in tent, startled awake when raccoon
felt your back in search of something
edible; huge herd of deer, milling,
filling field at dusk, no more
than gentle shadows; or skipping
stones over moving water; you
were always so much better
at that than I was.

Are we only ghosts now, you
and I? Trying to remember
that time, long ago, that one
unlike any other, when we could
look at one another and know,
beyond question, we were alive
because we were in it

Elizabeth Crawford  5/11/10

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4 Responses to Memories and Metamorphosis

  1. Diane T says:

    Good question – are you both only ghosts now? Quite a metamorphosis!

    Thanks Diane. Was, of course, speaking metaphorically. We are definitely two restless spirits, one far more so than the other. But, am hoping that by the end of the challenge, I, for one, will have found a few answers. That would be well worth the effort.



  2. Mary says:

    Elizabeth, it sounds to me that you are remembering the good times plus coming to terms with the bad and the reasons you moved in different directions. I do not hear any kind of bitterness in these words, just realty. This doesn’t seem like a bad thing to me. People sometimes do change!

    Oh Mary, again you are right. There is no bitterness here, in these words. The good times were so incredible, and the bad times were horrific, but that is the balance to found in all things. I’m just pleased to be able to write about all of it and rather astounded that I can. Only hope you are finding your own treasures as we write. Thanks for the comments, as always they are thoughtful and appreciated,



  3. Yes, we all change, in some ways, depending on our needs, we each have our own path to walk. We should never be hurt by the separation, I realize this is easier to say than do. After all, we are the star of our own movie, and what do you mean it has nothing to do with you? Since everything does. I find me speaking my own story— wonderful memories to fill your “chest” or heart, it would be sad if it were empty. May your life continue to be filled with all that you spoke and more. “It” is waiting……but different, nothing is ever exactly the same.

    Annell, I agree, life is waiting. I just had to go back and heal these pieces and parts before rushing out to meet it. I sometimes think, very selfishly, that these prompts are aimed solely at me and the rest of you are just along for the ride. Talk about ego-centered, yes? Then realize that most of you probably feel the same way. What an adventure this is turning out to be and I am so glad I am not alone in it. Thanks for you thoughtful comments,



  4. pamela says:

    The images you have created in this, make me long for a long hike in the mountains.
    A beautiful memory.

    Pamela, I never hiked through the mountains, even back then I couldn’t walk very far. But, I did drive through them several times, and the Universe was kind enough to bring that wildlife to me. I count each one a gift and a blessing. Thanks for you kind words,



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