Memory

DanaC · 12-06-2006, 07:31 PM

Some
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.

Q baby · 12-06-2006, 10:13 PM

I read that as impotent breed. haha.

12-06-2006, 11:48 PM

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.

DanaC · 12-07-2006, 05:01 AM

I like that. I like the idea of making peace with your memory.

Quote:

I read that as impotent breed. haha.

lol v. funny.

skysidhe · 12-07-2006, 09:10 AM

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

DanaC · 12-07-2006, 05:55 PM

That's so lovely. I haven't come across that poem before.

xoxoxoBruce · 12-07-2006, 05:58 PM

Yes, skysidhe, excellent.

skysidhe · 12-07-2006, 08:41 PM

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

12-06-2006, 07:31 PM	#1
DanaC We have to go back, Kate! Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Yorkshire Posts: 25,964	Memory Some 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. Last edited by DanaC; 12-06-2006 at 07:45 PM.

12-06-2006, 11:48 PM	#3
marichiko Guest Posts: n/a	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. Last edited by marichiko; 12-07-2006 at 12:39 AM.

12-07-2006, 05:58 PM	#7
xoxoxoBruce The future is unwritten Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 71,105	Yes, skysidhe, excellent. __________________ The descent of man ~ Nixon, Friedman, Reagan, Trump.

12-06-2006, 10:13 PM	#2
Q baby I'll just put the tip in Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: NC Posts: 39	I read that as impotent breed. haha.

12-07-2006, 09:10 AM	#5
skysidhe ~~Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.~~ Join Date: Apr 2006 Posts: 6,828	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

12-07-2006, 05:55 PM	#6
DanaC We have to go back, Kate! Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Yorkshire Posts: 25,964	That's so lovely. I haven't come across that poem before.

12-07-2006, 08:41 PM	#8
skysidhe ~~Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.~~ Join Date: Apr 2006 Posts: 6,828	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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