Those Elusive Memories Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- THOSE ELUSIVE MEMORIES -

As I go out walking
Through the darkness of my house,
Never waking anyone-
As quiet as a mouse.

These memories walk swiftly
Through the shadows of my mind
And words are dancing pleasantly
They are so hard to find.

The rantings of a poet
The writer in me balks,
As those special little memories
Go out for their short walks.

They are so elusive
As I grab at them in vain
All the little memories
From inside my mind -do drain.

I've hunted and I've hunted,
Where did those memories go?
Where in this mind, have I not looked?
I really do not know.

But as I'm hunting everywhere,
I feel a little churn,
As a few of those fond memories
Into my mind return.

They're dancing and they're prancing
I've got to write them down
Or they'll just prance- out of my mind
Before I turn around.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 11-18-05