simulated images
September 22, 2017 at 4:52 pm Leave a comment
written 8/31/17
simulated images
caught within a moment
–its recollection, should i say?–
i once again remember you…
but then i realize
all that memory
is quite wordless.
we met, and parted.
and now to my shock i find
i cannot even remember your face
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I generally just let poetry sit for a while–hopefully a long while. I am quite error-prone at times; deliberation before shattering silence is always wise. A young friend of mine was over not long ago, and I told him I was a writer and a poet. “But I’m sure you don’t read poetry.” That was a true misjudgment; he read the poem and understood it immediately and was caught in his own memory, obviously similar to the memory that produced the poem. Time not only passes quickly, it erodes all with its passage.
Entry filed under: new poetry, poetry. Tags: new poetry, sad remembrance, simulated images, the wounds from time.
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