Sidney Beck Poet Imagism

Losing My Memory

LOSING  MY MEMORY 


Factual material
In dissembling separate realms
Different lots at an auction sale
Of a lifetime
Purchased with precious time
Time  wasted ; 
Now with instinct feelings
All disassembled
And greater than the separate parts.
 
Jumbled in the lumber room of memory
Lots of material  -
And volumes are increasingly
Missing from my shelves.
I know I had them once
But they’re gone :
Sometimes in the illogic of sleep
They return momentarily.

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CayCay Godwin September 30, 2015 at 9:06 PM Very good, should have been entered in the, no offense (it was called this), contest for whats in the head of old poets (something like that.) Very clever and true write that I sincerely enjoyed, especially the creative way you told it - remember what I'm talking about? ... CayCay (now why did I come in this room?)

Ilene Bauer September 30, 2015 at 6:28 PM i can totally relate, sidney. you've described this quite beautifully...