Erasing Your Memory (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Erasing your memory, of how you set me free

I don’t blame you, but I can’t blame me

Together I just believed we would always be

Now I just look around at this dump called home

Knowing your new friend has my house key

Erasing your memory, it’s how it has to be

Erasing your memory, that won’t let go of me

Erasing your memory, of how you set me free….

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on March 29, 2008

Fee,
This doesn't sound like a fond memory but it's part of you today. It's a curve in the road, which led to the family you love now. Strong imagery in this song. Great work! Hugs~
Sheila

Reviewed by Sanja Dayslink (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2008

I can attest to the occassional haunting of a memory or two - but although a haunting now, they did in fact help to shape us whom we are today. Enjoyed!

Sanja xo

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

Well Cuz those are the memories we prefer to push back in our minds to be forgotten but hurt and pain is always there until we deal with it, until then it is there to haunt us as this memory has haunted you through the night. Thank you for sharing.

Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO Rose

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

It's funny how we sometimes try to push a memory we would rather forget away...but no matter how hard we try...it still keeps pushing itself to the surface.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

Some memories will forever stay!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

Some memories just keep crawling back in our mind
You just can't erase without
Memories and dreams there would be no poetry!!
Excellent country lyrics
Have a very Happy Easter!!
Peace Love and hugssss...Morning Star

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

There are those things we cannot forget... I could really see this as a country song... Myrna

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

what a vivd write both in visuals and in bringing back memories of out on ones own in the early years-- those first experieinced with love can be so tough

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

Fee...if it weren't for those scars, memories wouldn't be.
You need a double Captain Morgan dark rum, neat, no ice and no talk, just a friend which has an eraser.

Georg

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

Funny thing about memory - the harder we try to erase, the more vivid the images and feelings become. What is the saying? "What we resist persists." You have conjured a very clear account of a time in your life and have allowed us a glimpse to your heart - your sensitive heart.

Reviewed by stan nassano

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

memory is a funny beast..........and yes this write brought back a few...dreams also have a way of getting under our skin...nice write Fee,
stan

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

Your description of the situation is quite vivid, I could easily picture the scene. "Erasing" is an interesting choice, because I think that that's what men try to do more often with painful memories. I think that accepting them is a more effective way to move on.

Best wishes,

Axilea

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on March 23, 2008

Good Morning Fee,
Oh I Can So Relate To Your Poetic Song. I was miserable for 2 years once missing someone I loved deeply.
I see you said "Phases of My Life' I say that exact same thing. I never heard no-one else do that before. What a circle it is these phases!
We start off learning, and we grow into wisdom. (or it has mercy on us-lol) then we grow older and eventually forget....I feel a vicious cycle going on in this thing called life & missed opportunities ;)
I wonder what her thoughts are for you when she reminisces.
You know we women do feel regret too. And hold memories fondnesses.
Lots of "what ifs too"...well till I seen butterfly effect :)
Have A Fabulous Easter!

Embraced~Embrasse'
Vickie

Erasing Your Memory

Erasing your memory, it’s all that I can see

Erasing your memory, it won’t let go of me

Erasing your memory, of how you set me free