Everything will be understood in due course while we imagine it for a long time.
But we must really imagine it a considerable long.
A doll the name of which is memory goes up the long long stairs in the house of human beings to the ultimate end.
This is the internal stairs.
There are the paces at long long intervals on the way of the long long stairs and each of them has a window.
There is always one bird outside of the window and the bird is always pecking at something.
The doll wonders what that big bird is pecking at.
Although the doll tries to ask, it cannot speak.
Then the doll continues to go up the stairs again.
The bird outside of the window at the paces seems to become smaller as the doll goes up the stairs higher.
As the doll goes up, at last it finds itself to be the bird pecking at something outside of the window.
Right away it dies and gets out of the window.
And the doll understands what it is pecking at.
It is the memory given a particular name.
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Author:
Yasu Na (
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WOW YASU - Awesome fantasy poem which can be interpreted in many ways. In our dreams and fantasies we often morph into parrots and puppets and the paranormal and then they morph into each other evoking "Memories of a particular name !" Thanks for sharing - please check my poems - BRIAN
Wow. excellant poem. It's really well written. I love the metaphor of the dolls house you have used. Could you check out my latest poem? Thank you Soph
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