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Forgotten You

Forgotten you As your mind collects the memories of yesterday Forgotten You Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization That very moment. . . You merely exist Back then. . .those smiles Those. . .distant laughs Some you remember by name Gone now maybe Like the exhalation of the wind Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening Like leaves from falling, man-made trees There is no doubt that they have Forgotten you Activate the bomb Ignite the fuse And you’re on next year’s history book Never forgotten But drained of all remaining good That smile you gave That happiness The warm embrace so long ago Salt-coated with piles of rubbish Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . . Always absorbed and remembered . . .though never forgiven. . . All good and gracious sentiments Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage . . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye The frustrating thoughts of a mute The unchanged. . .HATED deformations Forgotten you. . . One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings Wedged deep into what she can only imagine With not even a hint of understanding . . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions Of the ugly. . . One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse As humanity embraces its downfall The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . . Words

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 7/15/2013 5:50:00 PM
You will never be forgotten... <3 (o:
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Date: 7/6/2013 6:48:00 AM
I re-read this, and I like very much the line about the sailor and the soldier. There are so many ways we have to muck up those of us left behind. Your work is deep.
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Date: 7/6/2013 6:46:00 AM
And not even lysol can fix it!
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Date: 7/6/2013 6:45:00 AM
Laura, this could be remembering someone who is gone through natural causes or an old flame not thought of very highly. It seems like it is an exploration of what remains afterword. The broken chair is very striking. One thing I know for sure, I would never want to be on your bad side! You can cast a very powerful spell with your magic words. I really love how this resonates in my own mind. I think of the dark, damp and dusty rooms in my own head--and the musty odor influences everything.
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Date: 7/4/2013 10:55:00 AM
sad, and deep.......enjoyed............ LOVE* SKAT
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Date: 6/26/2013 12:05:00 PM
love your metaphore here great expression thanks for your kind words as always hope you well xxx davidscott
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Date: 6/25/2013 9:45:00 PM
Such impact & power in your stanzas. This poem is an aggressive take on letting go. More like, FED UP! :) Excellent lines!
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