Moment to Moment
The memory fades so quickly,
It makes me wonder if it ever really happened?
Then I have to create something new from scratch
to fill the space
Yeah, there are patterns,
and sudden movements that pass for recollections,
but couldn't they as easily be glimpses into something new
that hasn't happened yet?
Is the glowing past
worth anything more than
a place on the mantle?
My thumb on the button of some celebration or other…
You inside me complicating matters beyond
anything I imagined,
but I learned that
if I just keep talking, then eventually, some pattern will emerge
and then people will know what to think when they read my words
instead of just going for the streaky long into the night ride that
might end in stardust or starstruck or sorrow,
suddenly changing everything
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liked this. felt unique and relaxed and well paced.
nice job.
like also the three s's at
second line from last.
Stardust, okay. Sorrow? I don't want to think about it. Fav.
Thanks Brian. I'm giving myself a little more freedom to play with words in and of themselves...
But Jake, don't ya know, stardust and sorrow are inextricably linked? :) Thanks for the fave!
Such an effective way to end this piece.
"and then people will know what to think when they read my words
instead of just going for the streaky long into the night ride that
might end in stardust or starstruck or sorrow,
suddenly changing everything"
Good piece.
Intriguing, convoluted poem. FV*
Sam, thank you!
Gloria - ha ha! I think I'm embracing my inner convolution! :)
"Is the glowing past
worth anything more than
a place on the mantle?"
Nice.
Aaah, yeah, thanks Bill for noticing that one. I kinda liked it... :)
I like the questions, the glowing past, and especially also this: "My thumb on the button of some celebration or other" *
Thank you, Beate!