I Remember You

Poetry is not something that I have never written much of. One of the great blogs I read, shared a sonnet on Thursday. I am taking the opportunity to write one myself, because I never have and it should be a unique experience. It was an interesting : first I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed rhyming. Secondly I apparently have some unresolved issues inside. I think they are resolving.

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I Remember You

by Jonathan Hilton

Oh, yes I remember you,

As a deep dark mystery I sought to reveal.

I never found or discovered, what was due,

The truth about you, hurts too much to feel.

We used to talk and be together every day,

Laughing and sharing each special time. 

Now you have left, and moved along your way, 

The emptiness inside alone is mine

Where is the justice? Where is the Peace?   

I destroy all the selfish evidence of us.

There is a thought that this will bring a release,

Nothing worked, nothings fixed, It wasn’t worth the fuss. 

The dusty, empty room is inside of me,

It is as vast and as deep as the mightiest Sea.

 

So what did you think of my first poem? I know, but it is the first try.

Here are a couple I remember you songs to help set the mood.

Skid Row: I Remember You

Someone Like You

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18 thoughts on “I Remember You”

  1. Well done! I especially like the “healing” vibe. Didn’t need to videos…you set the mood well in the sonnet. (I do like the songs you chose though)

    1. Thanks! It was fun to write. I never would have thought to do it without your guidance. Also very grateful for the comment. I looked at another of your blogs. You must write a lot!

      1. It’s allll about fun! I DO write a lot! Maybe too much! ;D I have 5 blogs now…a children’s poetry book waiting for illustrations and scraps of paper with hen scratching! I’m a machine. I’ve been in the process of condensing everything or compartmentalizing it all now. It’s getting a bit out of hand.

      1. I know! I can tell you like Skid Row. I just felt I had to add something else to it. maybe to hide my words a bit. Don’t worry I can read what is intended I think. :-)

  2. Great poem Jonathan! Love it! Doesn’t the feeling of writing to express ourselves and helping us to resolve our issues bit by bit just pure awesomeness :) I know it helps me a whole lot, when I actually pick up the courage to share it of course!

    Keep it up! Love to read more of your poetry :)

    1. You make me blush! I am glad you read it and liked it. Skid Row is a bit before your time I think, but still awesome!! Thank you for commenting, you are such a superstar!

  3. Jonathan: I am a poet and enjoyed yours greatly! You did an awesome job and should write more. I think you have inspired me to post one of mine I have just finished (it has been a work in progress for some time) on my blog tonight. Be well my friend blessings!

    1. That is great, I can’t wait to read them! I had a lot of fun writing my sonnet because I had never done it before. Thank you again for commenting on my site, I appreciate it greatly.

    1. Thanks for reading. If that is what came across then it is absolutely true. It was about a heart break. Isn’t all art an expression of suffering of some kind? I read that somewhere. I am grateful for your comment and visit here! Love your blog, so informational and inspirational! Like Life to Forrest Gump, you never know what you are gonna get!

          1. Yo, So please know that I freeze like sleek snow, for each and every week seeing everything bleak grows, as these ski’s slope down the hill of hope, I left without a coat, people will gradually will laugh at me, while I am wrapped fully in nothing but sheets and ropes, this tragedy, I am better off dead, Id rather be, froze with the reddest nose and cheeks, from my head to my toes, my feet, as I dread with no clothes and holes in my soles, as the coldest wind blows, I freeze like ten fingers and ten toes, I bought and fought this cold as an insult it was like ten fold, I got snot running out my nose, the overcoming of this distraught this cold,It’s folded until my thoughts unfold, of your true feelings I got to grab a hold, I feel I’m about to stab your soul, because mine has been so shattered , so this is what happens when shit is established, as I manage to manner with the molding of your soul you tell me I can have it, I left you flattered with it, but see you sculptured me a path, a road, to me it would not matter which path I choose or chose, I’m glued to you no matter where ever I go, your name whispers through my window whenever the wind blows, I catch a scent, a smell of a rose, a taste in the air that is so sweet, because you are able to inspire me and show me the person I have been dying to see, yup that would be the person hiding from me, the one and only me, you bring up unknown thoughts I been trying to reach..

          2. Wow this is about as beautiful a comment as I have ever seen. Thank you for sharing, and for reading. I am glad you shared this with me. :-)

  4. Yo, So please know that I freeze like sleek snow, for each and every week seeing everything bleak grows, as these ski’s slope down the hill of hope, I left without a coat, people will gradually will laugh at me, while I am wrapped fully in nothing but sheets and ropes, this tragedy, I am better off dead, Id rather be, froze with the reddest nose and cheeks, from my head to my toes, my feet, as I dread with no clothes and holes in my soles, as the coldest wind blows, I freeze like ten fingers and ten toes, I bought and fought this cold as an insult it was like ten fold, I got snot running out my nose, the overcoming of this distraught this cold,It’s folded until my thoughts unfold, of your true feelings I got to grab a hold, I feel I’m about to stab your soul, because mine has been so shattered , so this is what happens when shit is established, as I manage to manner with the molding of your soul you tell me I can have it, I left you flattered with it, but see you sculptured me a path, a road, to me it would not matter which path I choose or chose, I’m glued to you no matter where ever I go, your name whispers through my window whenever the wind blows, I catch a scent, a smell of a rose, a taste in the air that is so sweet, because you are able to inspire me and show me the person I have been dying to see, yup that would be the person hiding from me, the one and only me, you bring up unknown thoughts I been trying to reach..

Let me know your thoughts.