Anexis Matos

Do you remember the memory of
that sound? What is it about that great sound
that covers you in a memory glove
that takes over you and spins you around
until you arrive at a different time?
To this day, you remember where it came
from and why it’s a reference to this rhyme.
You remember that great sound by its name.
It held something special that would surprise
you immensely and, no matter the day,
you knew it came from someone with bright eyes
who, with no doubt, would always light your way.
To some, it’s nothing but a simple noise,
but to you, it’s like a determined voice.

Author’s Note

I wrote this poem at some point during my senior year of high school. I think my poems are much better now, but it’s important to look back at old writing sometimes. Well, in my case, old writing I like.

This was one of the first poems that I published in a literary journal. It holds a special place for me. Not because it was one of the first two poems I published, but because of what it represents.

Believe it or not, I wrote this poem about my Creative Writing teacher’s shoes. He got me back into poetry and it was easy to talk to him. I was always excited when I saw him. I always recognized him by his footsteps.

He was a great teacher. I appreciate everything he did for me.