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“I frame most
memories
into poems.” E.Rinaldi
…and then I felt
a ground slipping from
under my feet,
the hat I wear-
worn – I swear –
haven’t noticed
before
I looked back –
it’s locked! –
my memory cell
still kept
the scars
of yesterday darts
from scratch –
we were taught –
the history
couldn't be built
while
its scenes
etched
into our minds’
quilt…
So, why you tell me about
the old stuff hustle
on the cupboard
on the cupboard
shelf..
Scars can weigh heavy whether in memory of cap
ReplyDeletethe hat is worn... and we often are so caught up in keeping up with life's pace that we don't even realize... that was the part that struck me most...
ReplyDeletethe slipping up front is rather scary
ReplyDeleteand of course the sting of those old darts is ever present
we carry them with us...we dont realize
much until we are forced to stop and look.
I loved the thought that 'mind' is a quilt of memories and I agree, some 'stuff' is best thrown out, not kept on a cupboard's shelf. Absolute proof that it's best to' live in the now'.
ReplyDeleteThere are certain things we don't seem to be able to get rid of. I guess they are there to reminds there is a bigger, more complex picture.
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the mind is like a sponge... it soaks up everything and hides it away until something or someone opens up one of its many doors...
ReplyDelete"while its scenes etched into our minds' quilt"......great line.....even more than we know are there, till they pop up from time to time.....
ReplyDelete'mind's quilt' is nice and scary too...you can't let go some of them and the scar will get deeper....a beautiful write up..
ReplyDeletereally great close ~
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