they rise like storms
with rain feet
trampling my heart-
they drown me-
I gasp, breathless-
they won’t leave
till I’m a soggy soul-
floral ones that once bloomed-
only once for a while
to light up my life-
I’ve kept them-
hidden-
pressed in between pages
of my dream.
Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ Memories @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
It is really difficult to let go off memories, but we can fill ourselves with the lovely ones.
A lovely way to treasure memories, “presses in between pages of my dream.”
The quote by John Irving about memory is spot-on, “…You think you have a memory; but it has you!”
A wonderful take on memory, Sumana.
Those blooms that lit up our lives……..so beautiful, such rich memories. How lucky we were to have held them for a while………..
Oh, to be so flooded with the flowers–flowers that won’t remain hidden–is worth the tears. Ilove how this poem spirals back on itself and mixes present and past seamlessly.
Such an incredibly gorgeous poem, Sumana 😀 especially love; “I’ve kept them hidden-pressed in between pages of my dream.”❤️
What a beautiful poem. So many memories are pressed between the pages of dreams!
wow so beautiful I loved it especially the last line is gorgeous
How important memories are, and how much better when there are reminders of them (often by surprise) when we find them years later.
This awoke one of my memories. Thank you, Sumana
storms with rain feet… that’s just beautiful.
“Pressed in between pages of my dream” – oh how I like that image. Those memories sound like ones to be cherished. (Despite life’s storms & floods!)
Such a tender write – stunning imagery and thoughts
Exquisite! The memories of life can torture us with the past !! So, the best option is to pair those memories with good. So that your entire outlook doesn’t become dark and negatively skewed.
It really is that simple. Simple, but not easy.The reality of our lives are often more uncomfortable than we want to believe.
All said and done, this is such a beautiful poem, Sumana. You are such an inspirational person. Love you 🙂
Memories as flowers pressed between the pages of dreams. Exquisite imagery, Sumana.
Yes, perfect…pressed between the pages of dreams, something out of control about dreams and about memories.
I’ve kept them- hidden-
pressed in between pages
of my dream.
Nice to keep them still alive and to be able to reflect on them when necessary! Adds richness to oneself, Sumana!
Hank
Beautifully written, as always. 🙂
Loved it! Could relate to it in entirety! Thank you 🙂
I love the imagery you have painted in this poem in short, crisp words. Awesome.
Pages of the dream-book sounds interesting 🙂