Memory
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kind, of strange day; matters are scattered, every which way. I can't, speak for the, wind that, blows through here; with its, savage roar, and hungry jaws. scours as, it glides, takes away what it hides... ....impudent breeze. |
I read that as impotent breed. haha.
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Wow! Nice poem, Dana. I like that phrase "impudent breeze".
You have inspired me to make my own humble offering on the subject of memory. Memory I drive up toward Glade Mountain at dusk. Below me the Dolores River keeps calling my name, reminding me of past sorrows. A sudden patch of ice on a switch back recalls me to the present – tires skittering perilously close to a 1,000 foot drop off a free fall of memory that I must stave off by being PRESENT. Oh, what is time, anyway? A construct made by some physicist that has no meaning to me. I am always late for my own life – if I show up at all. The setting sun blinds me and I shade my eyes to stare at the distant mountain ranges – There’s Lone Cone, those are the Abajos, that’s the Wasatch range and I almost lose the road again. Memory is such a heavy weight. I wish I could have mine erased, but I got the present erased instead. Be in the NOW! A mountain lion dances out of the woods, stops for a split second, fixes my eye with its own cat’s green stare, then it is gone. I reach the Glade and build a fire of juniper just as the darkness sets in. I want to stay here forever. Just me and the fire, and the lion, and the cliffs. It comes to me then that I must make peace with my memory – accepting both present and past. I drive home in the dark only getting lost once. |
I like that. I like the idea of making peace with your memory.
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MY mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour-- 'Twas noon by yonder village tower, And on the last blue noon in May-- The wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road; Then, pausing here, set down its load Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly Two petals from that wild-rose tree. Thomas Bailey Aldrich |
That's so lovely. I haven't come across that poem before.
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Yes, skysidhe, excellent. :thumbsup:
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oh hey guys! :)
They are unique and hadn't seen it before either DanaC. Here's the link. There's lots of lovely poems you and Bruce can wander through. http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/poem-ab.html |
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