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Motorcycle purrs, waits,
buttery leather jacket
Crooning at dusk to the hens
Finding coral mushrooms
in moss under the pines
Wet splishes and creaks
sailing under moonlight
Picking raspberries
while riding mini-bikes
Priceless, terrible memories
will never be extinguished.
Punctuations within hell
won’t die.
Linda is the host for dVerse today. Linda says:
[T]oday I would challenge you to use the word extinction, but not refer to climate change directly. And as long as the word Extinction (or a variation thereof) is in either the title or the body of the poem, that is fine.
Image of osmium is from Alchemist-hp / Creative Commons License
Tao Talk 
This is a rare gem… like osmium, a remembrance of sorts.
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Thank you. Yes, Bjorn.
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I have read this 3 times and each time I come with away with a sense of dread. It’s dark and mysterious Lisa.
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Thank you for taking the time to try to understand. Your comment is appreciated, Linda.
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agree with Linda there is more at a deeper level here than I can quite understand but the word “terrible” indicates it’s not warm fond memories
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Kate.
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you’re welcome Lisa .. take care
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Good point: “Priceless, terrible memories
will never be extinguished.” It is not easy to forget.
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Frank I was thinking about this when trying to articulate, and to me it seems almost like a reverse PTSD, where you can keep processing the trauma and get through it with time, but the good memories can’t get you beyond the person who shared them with you in between all that trauma.
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Really like this Lisa. I missed the challenge Linda put firth. Now I must write a second piece.
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Glad you like it, Rob. I’ll be looking for your second piece.
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A beautiful poem! Well written Li. 👍
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Sadje, thank you :)
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A pleasure Li
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This gives me shivers:
Priceless, terrible memories
will never be extinguished.
Punctuations within hell
won’t die.
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Grace, thank you for your comment.
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A genius title, Jade, and your quadrille has atmosphere, poignancy and brilliant final lines.
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Kim, thank you for reading and commenting.
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I love the way you lead in with a seemingly harmless story and then slip in the underlying story with terrible memories. Fires the imagination even though it is heavy.
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Paul, thank you for your comment; it’s a roadblock right now. How does one get beyond the reality that some of the happiest times in their life are encased in web of deceit and pain?
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Yes, it is a sucker punch, betrayal, so many thoughts come up in response. It is a road block that needs powerful medicine – reflection and self healing.
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I had to smile as I envisioned the images in your poem. The motorcycle… the buttery jacket… the hens…
Well done Jade!
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Thank you, Dwight, glad you enjoyed the images, as they were precious times.
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I thought they might be!
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You are right those great memories will always stay with us. Sad our children only want to look at glass screens!
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What a terrific final line. Just great!
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Thanks much, Phillip. Glad you liked it.
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Ah, the duality of loving and hating the memories that shape us. I love the darkness with a tinge of light in your words.
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Astrid, duality is the perfect word for it! Maybe that’s why it’s bugging me so much, as duality is a thing I like to avoid at all costs. This is very helpful. Thank you.
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Glad to help. It’s difficult to deal with but important to see the full picture.
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Something about those “Priceless, terrible memories” gives me shivers. Something so precious, but so terrifying.
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De, thank you.
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This seems like two streams converging and diverging–how to make them one? Perhaps you never can. (K)
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Kerfe, you may be right and I like your point of view.
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