Memoirs aren’t strictly a written record of events. You can use poetry instead of prose. Both are expressions of creativity but poetry gives the writer, and reader, licence to use words in different ways.
Robert Frost, a renowned U.S. poet, used verse to remember certain moments in his life. His work, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, is one such example.
I am certainly not in any league with Frost but I do like to create rhythmic literary memoirs. One day while living in Revelstoke in 2009, I was waiting for a summer storm to crash into the afternoon. Here is how I captured the moment.
Mountain rain storm
Just the resonance of drops hitting the
A natural on unnatural sound
I want something amazing to
To see electricity reach out from the sky
to strike out from the
To collide with the green peaks
A fragment of magic in the
Midst of ordinary
There it is
A crack, a peal, a shard of a noise through noise
So deafening it splits the clouds
and I can see a perfect hole of
Burned into the dark sky.