In the clarity of a fog
I see the birth of the dawn
In the stench of smog
smell the sweetness of perfume gone
In the brilliance of the night
bright shadows disappear
erasing the blight of foresight
with the light of fear
In the rumble of stillness
how strong the song
in an eidetic mind of forgetfulness
nothing lasts so long
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Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi
The use of opposing imagery in this poem is outstanding. Each stanza a complete thought, each thought entwined in uncertainty. Culminating in "things arn't what they used to be", and never will be again.
Thank you Bella I so appreciate your comments. In Alzheimer's such is the case.
Such true words soren.
Andy
Thanks Gold I appreciate your review and comment
'how strong the song'
and oh what glory
in having lived that song
once,
even though all the bitter
notes,
that glory can never be
forgot...
I so relate to your
poetic melancholy musicality, my friend
some might disagree
but I choose to believe
there is glory in having experienced
then lost
than, to have never known
and be left bereft of the details
so many sing about
when celebrating life..
in the ashes of aftermath
let us remember and hold-on
to what warmth
that fire once granted our frozen
hearts..
(what can i say dear Poet
BRILLIANT!)
thank you
So agree my friend. Ignorance may be bliss but having experienced it is ecstasy. Thanks for the read and so welcome comment
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