Bittersweet Memories
Bittersweet memories …
The path was still there,
with memories
of thousands of footsteps.
making their way
to the little crumbling cottage,
where along the way
wild roses grew.
At one time that cottage
knew love and laughter
and happiness reigned queen ~
now it was bent under
winter snows.
Spring rains dripped along the eaves
and the summer sun scorched.
There was no one any longer
who cared ~
but the roses they kept growing
and will do so for many seasons more.
And somewhere, old and trembling hands
looked through worn photo albums,
and remembered a time
when the cottage
held love ~
and the scent of the roses
was sweeter than wine.
The inspiration for my poetry was my father Eriks Raisters, who was a popular Latvian poet and writer.
Note from author –
Thank you for reading my poem. This is my site to express my creativity. I appreciate you taking the time to read my work. Please leave a comment below so that I can get to know you and know the kind of poetry you enjoy.
Rasma Raisters
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A nicely emotive piece with some lovely phrasing and resulting imagery. reall enjoyed it. Just as a comment; have you considered using punctuation to give lines space and the reader breath to read as you intend? Great work.
Something I have never attempted with poetry and that is punctuation Tony. I remember reviewing some of my poetry from when I first started posting online and I saw that I had used some punctuation so something to consider. Thank you for the suggestion.
Hi Rasma. How nice to read your first poem here on TCE. It is a lovely poem.
You need to contact me for help with the issue Tony brought up and Yoast SEO requirements, so this post can pass the requirements. It would be sad to have this lovely poem not published. I will give you any help you need to pass SEO.
Thank you.
Thank you Phyllis I will contact by email
Hi Rasma,
A Beautiful piece that paints a bitter sweet picture. I can see it all right before my eyes. Thank you for sharing this wonderful work of art.
You welcome William.
Rasma fist let me welcome you to this site of fine writers like yourself. It’s been awhile since we’ve read each other work. This first entry of yours is a sullen reminder of what use to be. So many abandoned homes where loved once dwelt. Yet you mange to bring it back to life with pleasant memories and the sweet scent of the roses nectar. Structures may decay and die, but mother nature flourishes and brings back another season. I look forward to reading more of your work over time. Again welcome my poetic friend.
Thank you for the warm welcome Vincent. I have just stepped off of the April Poetry Challenge so I’m a bit breathless.
What beautiful imagery Gypsy. You told a beautiful story of such a heartwarming memory in just a few words. So thrilled to see you here!
Thank you Jackie. Glad to be here.
Rasma, I loved this. Bittersweet memories, we all have them. Beautiful indeed.
Thank you Ruby.
This is so beautiful, Rasma. Yes, bittersweet memories; I know them well.
Thank you Tamara. Those are the memories that return from time to time and bring some tears.