Pearls of Memories

Time is a blackguard, Chou.” And, of course, he’s right. There goes time, running like hell, looking back at us, taunting, as we fumble, trying to save him in a jar. Trying to tuck him forever under the bed, fix him tight against a red satin box. Trying to string him like pearls. Enough pearls to make a life.”- A Thousand Days in Tuscany – Marlena De Blasi

We thought we had enough time 
To piece together a splendid life, 
We thought we had forever 
To string our pearls of memories 
Onto a royal blue velvet ribbon 
Binding our hearts and naive minds.

But the years go by in a lightning flash, 
Illuminating our squandered days
Rosy pink memories fade grey as ash
Yet we chase them like bouncing bubble prisms 
Bursting on hot summer’s swirling air
As they disappear into a brilliant solar flare.

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Linda Lee Lyberg is an author, poet, wife, and mother. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years and her dog, Ricky Bobby who loves to go real fast. She writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. Several of her works have appeared in various anthologies and online literary magazines.
You can read more of her works at: and her Amazon Author Page

18 thoughts on “Pearls of Memories

  1. Wow! A real masterpiece, My Dear!! A perfect capture of life and our use of the precious time we are given!! Loved your lines: “the years go by in a lightning flash,
    Illuminating our squandered days”!!! Bellissimo, Linda, Bellissimo!!
    xoxo 💖🌹😊

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  2. Linda,

    Like Michael’s poem, I find a real connection in this poem to my own experience. I have flown to visit my kids, to celebrate a birthday, and to hang out on a winter break. Life is so different that what it was supposed to be, I guess, in a way the subject of my Level UP post. The memories we thought we were going to make faded to grey and now, what? Now what?

    It is hard, but reading words like this… I feel heard and understood, even if you weren’t intending to speak to me. This is the true beauty of poetry. Thank you.


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