It occurred to me once that we must actually choose the things we wish to remember, when a relationship falls apart accidentally or is blasted to smitherines in guerrilla warfare. It can't have been all bad, we wouldn't have been in it in the first place, right?! This was my own sophomoric attempt to "disremember" all that was awful in a dark moment and to try and pluck out that which I'd hoped would keep me warm at night.
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Singed by the fiery, crystal blue eyes
Torched by the tawny brown skin
Bewitched by the tender whispers
Bruised by the empty promises
Battered by the echoing memories
that ricochet in the spaces
of my never quiet mind
Wistful looks, words, whispers, winks
Hearty laughter, lingering touches,
Lustful lips, strong arms…
these are the things I choose to remember
09 March 2005
2 comments:
Good one, Beccs! I like the poem and the idea behind it.
Thanks. I appreciate the feedback.... I'm always second-guessing myself.
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