reminisce or something

I want to enter the realms of nostalgia again, all
the newspaper cuttings and the sentiment
wrapped up in bittersweet memories; I want to
give you my coat so you won't freeze
and talk so quietly that you won't hear my sorrow.

Aromas of jekyllhyde are engrained stubbornly
in the sleeves of my jackets; the green stains
on my trousers don't come out in the wash. I can't
remember whether we argued or kissed last night
because the aftermath is always the same: shattered
glass on the carpet floor from split mirror images.

There is a catalogue of messages stored behind
the other keepsakes in my jean pockets. The taste
of your lips seems timeless in the infinite mornings
we spent lying-in (each other's embrace) and eversweet -
like the packet of half-finished humbugs. For you
I scrunched papers and destroyed words just
so I could remember you as one.

Aw this is really sweet. It's just.... *wants good word*. The second stanza I especially like, how the memories are stuck in the clothes, and the "can't remember whether we argued or kissed...", and the "split mirror images" - that bit esp. Overall it sounds quite personal, but it basically fits anyone, it's easy to understand.
Damn it, can't think of bad thing... What a great crit! Basically it's good!

I kind of liked this, but the imagery was a bit strange and made the poem kind of cloudy. However, I got the concept...very important thing and the title reminded me of Brad for some reason. weird.

I agree with Chevy, that the imagery was cloudy, but in a way, like a cloudy day gave it an interesting light. I especially liked the second stanza.

Aromas of jekyllhyde are engrained stubbornly
in the sleeves of my jackets; the green stains
on my trousers don't come out in the wash.

ooo...great imagery there.

cheers EL.

i miss poetry like this. there isn't enough of it around any more. all the pretty images and words...a relief to read.

i liked it. and i really liked the last verse.

Lovely, Jack, as always.

Ooh! Ooh! I have a criticism! Lol. Minor thing, really:

of your lips seems timeless in the infinite mornings
we spent lying-in (each other's embrace) and eversweet -

When I was reading the poem, I barely noticed the linebreaks because it flowed so well. However, because the first line in this part could end a complete thought, it caught me off guard when the thought continued... It broke the flow for me because I had to understand that there was more to it.

Other than that, I absolutely love this poem. The imagery is fresh and unique, which is something I've always liked about your poetry. Good job.

Yeah... even I liked it.