Posts Tagged ‘remember’

This mirror distorts.

It outdoes the complexity of concavity

and convexity.

It ripples, the scene changes.

It matches the ego,

the mood of the day.

One current will rip through, the other

weaken. Positive.

Negative.

All the synapses connect here-

the hippocampian looking glass.

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Too often I find myself

lost in what was and what could be.

It’s a dangerous place to linger-

the land of Memory.

Today’s date

attached to four names

I don’t recognize.

And I wonder

about names

attached to headstones,

about futures

attached to children

along with memories.

And these are people

who will only be remembered if

they fall under these circumstances-

if they had children,

if they are a character in someone’s story.

We remember historical figures

and celebrities

because of their national renown,

but who remembers

the little people

with their names printed

small

in newsprint?

No ripples in the lake.
No mirrors, only white walls.
Something’s missing from the shelf…
A face like wax paper.
A name as common as air.
The line’s been drawn,
there’s no turning back.

I walk steadily onward, remembering you.

Do not believe, in any instant, that I could forget you.

You are the hands which formed part of me;

you set my stones and built me, guided my hands

and taught me how to paint.

It has taken me until now to realize

that I etched those marks, dark as bruises, under your eyes.

I was the one that made you cry.

I dried you out and gave you nothing,

and for that I am sorry.

But my apology, I must acknowledge, is too late.

Sadly, I have written songs and poems in your honor.

I beg you now to forgive me for whatever poison writhes in them,

those snares have been forged but have yet to see daylight.

For now, I walk the city’s edge,

minding the tide where waves unfold

like wrinkles pressed out of velvet sheets.

You mind the bitter air in the heart of the city.

We’ll stay at these poles.

I may never know whether you read this.

I leave you, ask you to get plenty sleep,

and smile recalling your face during the conversations we had.

We are still teeth in the same mouth,

but we are not close enough to touch each other.

Slender and silent

he approached the frame.

They knew what not to call him,

but he did appear tame.

But soon he was forgotten,

left without a name,

in the shadows of the seamstresses

he decided to end the game.

Claws and fangs and fur like a crow’s plume

crept behind the spinning two, and unleashed their doom.

I’m afraid, I don’t understand.”

“Fool! Those two with molten hair– too late–

did not deduce the faults in what they spun.

And when they turned their backs,

he was no beast, but a man. And that man had won.”