Memories to Gather Later
As if the Past truly exists.
For Auld Lang Syne.
What’s done and said
Arms. Linked. Singing.
The songs of sirens.
Long fruitless journeys.
Shipwrecks. Survivals.
On the rocks. Let’s drink!
To that, and take a break.
There’s no tomorrow
Literally. The future?
Also non-existent.
Trapped here, now.
What? This moment?
This? And this? This
Endlessness of Now?
No! Conjure: artful enemies.
Betrayals. Caesarean.
Lies and tragedies.
My own one-Act plays.
Banish meaninglessness.
Watch commercial TV.
Old episodes and new ads.
All images spark memory.
Spirit of Tasmania.
Access to adventure.
State of beauty. Remember.
Sick trips with two kids.
Retirement. Caravan. Sunset.
Son’s birthday lego pirate ship.
A plank across the towbar.
Blindfolded, walking forward.
Gather friends who teach.
Encourage my reaching.
Voices entertain. Enrich.
Only the Past tells me
“I” exist.
— Jennie Fraine
I so enjoyed this! Fantastic write!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Delaina. I'm glad you liked it. I didn't like the look of it but couldn't throw it away either.
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