Half-remembered faces,
Some forgotten,
Lost at the bottom
Of his mind.
Some were graces
And left
Traces
Behind.
He fancied himself bereft
But his heart
was never cleft.
Although,a few do,
Its true,
Live on,in art.
A confusion over socks.
She laughs.
Their paths
Did Converge for a time
His memory unlocks
And she, and her socks
Are bound in a rhyme.
I remember you still.
How the heat
Did defeat
The outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still.
I remember you still.
How you did desire
The electric fire
In my bedroom,
And soon
The heat
Did defeat
The outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still
I remember you still.
How you bought that dress
To impress
And fulfil my desire.
The fire
Removed the outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still.
I remember you still.
Your head
On the bed
And us warm from the heat
That did defeat
The outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still …
Our memory is like a garden, where we spend many hours
Watering fragrant flowers.
Yet sometimes we succeed
In fertilising a weed.
Indeed
We take a perverse delight in watching it grow
Much though
We deny that it is so!
Let not the weed
Seed
Say I,
But learn from it, then let it die,
For if it’s growth you do not control
It will succeed
And choke your soul.
Truth hides
Away
In the day
And slides
Out in dreams
When all seems
Real.
Dreams reveal
Our fears, often in a jumble,
A veritable Tumble
Of confused
Images and thought.
The truth may momentarily be caught
For the dreamer to see,
But frequently wriggles free
As he awakes
And his desire for forgetfulness slakes
In Lethe.
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Lether means oblivion In ancient greek and was one of the 5 rivers in Hades (the Greek underworld). When the dead drank from the waters of Lethe they would forget their former lives. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lethe.
Can anyone please tell me why I am putting pen to paper (albeit of the virtual kind). You see, the fact is I simply can’t remember. Ah, (Kevin leaps out of his chair scattering ink well and quill pens in all directions), I remember now, I am participating in day 2 of the Daydreamer Challenge, which is being run by the Teen Daydreamer. For day 2 participants are asked to choose a word which best describes them and write a short piece regarding it. In addition those participating are asked to do something or other., (Kevin scratches his head and looks heavenwards for inspiration). Ah, got it! Participants are also requested to make up a word which best describes them.
Without further adoo here is my word – absent-minded! Being a writer my mind is often filled with ideas for my next short story or whether that poem which I wrote earlier really expresses what I thought, at the time of writing it expressed. My preoccupation with matters literary has caused me to feed my guide dog, Trigger twice, (strange he doesn’t seem to object to that)! I also recollect desperately trying to find my watch only to discover that it was on my wrist all the time!
Turning to my made-up word, I will plump for writerreality. For me, as an author my characters appear to me as real people and their trials and tribulations take on a life of their own, hence writerreality.
For information on day 2 of the Daydreamer Challenge please visit https://theteendaydreamer.wordpress.com/2015/04/07/the-daydreamer-challenge-day-2/.
Kevin
K Morris - Poet 