Memorial
Daze
there in
the tawny before glow
when my
mind is most lucid
in the
mist-creep a chill clinging
as a vine
or diverse as a silly
graduation
tassel clinging cracking
the mad plaster
trap where I have
shelved your
leaving me … here –
alone in the
tawny before-glow
in the
shimmer of tears
memorial
Even though we would like to put the past behind us there all around are little memorials of what was. We close our eyes but they are still there and our eyes water and try not to think "What if..?"
ReplyDeleteThank you for the beautiful comment.
DeleteThe idea of memories as little memorials is wonderful, Pearl. Also love the "tawny before-glow."
ReplyDeleteThank you Sara ... means a great deal to me that you stopped and commented :)
DeleteSo very good to read your poetry again - the sense of memorial rests heavy in this piece..how easily the mind can be pulled into a chain of thought..of losses.. and how quickly those brief moments before we are fully awake pass
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