The past was forgotten; with no chance to jar a memory
disguised as yesterday’s dreams. Out of sight and mind,
you’ll find yourself suddenly stirred to remember.
You were in the country when you first saw her,
near the willow tree, across a spreading field.
You felt the urgency, a race to embrace her. But you wound up
running through quick sand. What was your hurry?
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Written to THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #101
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
well wordled. I hope she hadn’t gone by the time you strolled over!
No Viv. She kept drifting in and out of my life and connected when it really mattered. Thanks for the kind comments.
It’s often hard to tell when it’s best to hurry and best to hang back.
The heart always knows, TRC. Thanks for stopping by.
Less haste, more speed…
All heart, Stan. Thanks.
Nice visuals… the spreading field.. I like that.
We are in a hurry when we are young, but as we get older, it’s easier to think before you move!
Veronica, you’ve nailed it as it had come to me. We’re in a hurry to get there when we’re young. As we age, the would have, could have, should have done things differently at times. Thanks for the comment.
A twist at the end – I thought for sure they would embrace! It’s easier to see our mistakes looking back.
That’s exactly right, Robyn. Hindsight always comes back to bite us. Thanks for stopping by.
Awww .. Walt the way you’ve been inspired to use the wordle words is my absolute favorite way …. i love these flashes – of vivid image and feeling – Bravo 🙂
You’re so kind, Pearl. The words seem to offer a quick flash of inspiration. I write them down before they fade; first instincts take control. I appreciate your support.
I like flashes of memory (when they happen to me) and I like your poem . I really like the setting of a willow tree and spreading field. I’m there.
Thanks Sabra. Isn’t that all that memories are? Flashes? It’s the emotion we attach to them that fulfill us! Welcome.
i like the use of ‘sand’ as ‘quicksand’. Nice. Also your use of ‘wound’ which I was hoping to do, but you know how poems are.
Exactly, Margo! Sometimes, they have a mind of their own. Thanks for the comments.
How very true..always a good idea to check the lay of the land before taking a step..interesting word play..
Yes, Jae Rose, Stepping blindly can sometimes lead you astray, but then love does offer a fork in the road that we need to take on occasion.
That quicksand shows up and really mucks things up. I love the willow tree image.
Sweeping and over-reaching to protect and shelter, the willow is symbolic!. Quicksand is the hazard we need to steer clear of.
Nicely whirled Walt. Lost love…so sad.
Lost love IS sad, Veronica. But it never truly leaves you. Even lost love, is love. Thanks.
Love the title Walt – you do the best plays on words of anyone I know…and “you wound up running through quick sand” – indeed, what was your hurry? Inspired as always.
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Thanks Sharon, but isn’t that what we all do? Play with words? When I learned to slowdown and smell the roses, I found a new side of this love “thing”. Let the quicksand do what it will!
I liked the allegory of running through quicksand. The more impetuous you are the less progress you make.
So what that it takes me longer to go under? Love should be savored anyway, right?
Can you run through quicksand quickly? I mean will it ‘set’ like wet sand if you keep going? May be one of teh unanswered questions of my life.
That’s the point J Cosmo. Life finds a way to slow things down letting us spin our wheels, while sucking us in. The harder we try to escape it, the more it pulls us. Thanks for the visit.
Excellent word play here, Walt. I agree lost love is better that never experiencing love at all.
Pamela
You make me feel very bard-like Pamela! But I believe in that truth for sure. Thanks for that.
Oh I love that ending. Yes, that’s one hazard of life, our dream aren’t always good one.
But at least we dream, Cathy. It keeps us alive!
Beautiful write!
Thank you, Mama! I’m glad I can broadcast these feelings.
Ah, yes, the quicksand… very Gilligan’s Island! Seriously, there is a time to run and a time to tread carefully. And the “love you make” is always worth it, even when it fades. Loved this, Walt! Amy
Yes, Gilligan’s Island, sans Maryann, Ginger and one professor. Knowing the difference between run and tread is truly the key to life, isn’t it, Amy?