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Analyzing my poem “Wisp”

by Jennifer Greene-Sullivan

Wisp
by Jennifer Greene-Sullivan

You are
wisps of memory now—
They come
They go
fade fast,
like a puff of smoke.

You are my past—
the good, the trauma,
all that is left—
an occasional playing song
saunters in and out
of the steam of consciousness.

Simply a wisp,
a thought,
a sound.
Nothing else—
exists.

As a writer, I often find myself exploring the way memory shapes us, how it dances through our lives like a fleeting breeze—there for a moment, then gone, leaving only its faint trace. My poem Wisp came from this sense of memories as wisps of smoke 🌬️, lingering just long enough to remind us of what once was. Some memories come to us softly, like a favorite song 🎶 echoing down an empty hallway, while others are sudden, bringing both the beauty and trauma of our past into focus.

In “Wisp,” I wanted to capture that delicate balance between nostalgia and letting go. We all carry memories that shape us—the good, the bittersweet, and sometimes even the painful ❤️💔. Yet, over time, they can soften, like wisps of smoke or fog dissipating in the morning light 🌄. We may remember the feeling, the warmth, or even the ache of certain moments, but they eventually become just that—memories, existing somewhere between our consciousness and the past.

Writing this poem reminded me of how precious yet fragile our moments are. They fill us with meaning, but they’re not meant to be held onto too tightly. Perhaps they’re just meant to be felt, acknowledged, and released back into the ether ✨. It’s a freeing realization—that we can cherish our past without letting it consume us.

Thank you for reading Wisp. I hope it resonates with you and perhaps brings to mind your own “wisps” of memory—those cherished glimpses of a time that helped shape who you are today, however briefly they appear.

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P.S. I have been dealing with old memories all day, so I thought that posting this poem of mine expresses my thoughts about them.