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No Recollection

I watched the stars Felt I could see scratches on the sky That healed before my eyes I don't know what is being written Nor what is edited Rarely do I ponder changing scripts But I'm not yet etched in stone I feel abstract as I move in air with ease Like I loosely recall being stuck in place Gravity has released me so suddenly that I'm as yet unaccustomed to the lightness Animals cry in the distance I don't know what those sounds mean This brings me down to earth The sky fades, cloud cover Or perhaps a veil to my eyes Did I know something more for a moment If so it's now lost I don't want to think about it Clearly that's why I forget

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Paul Willason

Date: 8/21/2023 10:41:00 PM

Quite a visionary poem DD....almost in the Rimbaud orbit...things suggest but not forming into the real, given a touch a menace with lines like " animals cry in the distance ". Has a strange appeal, very much like this one. Paul

Di11y Da11y
Date: 8/21/2023 10:53:00 PM

Thank you Paul - it was just my description of sitting outside for 20 minutes watching the stars with my eyes and ears playing tricks - I like exploring how thoughts link and interplay to become meaningful almost in their incoherence. These poems feel a little like I'm practicing a skill that I've not yet mastered, so your comment is really valuable as it feels strange to share things like this that don't make it as conversation but feel like they belong somewhere, thank you

Vickey Rhymer

Date: 8/21/2023 4:00:00 AM

We do what we do for the reasons we do them and sewed together this patchwork makes a life.Enjoyed your write.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 8/21/2023 11:08:00 AM

Thanks Vickey x

David Kavanagh

Date: 8/21/2023 1:31:00 AM

Sounds like you’re in that quantum grey area where abstract thoughts are trying to form a reality and tell you something, but the process shuts itself down, perhaps you shut it down yourself, this one is definitely from that in between subconscious realm, where surrealist artists and poets go, (on the cusp) certainly feels like it, cheers David

Di11y Da11y
Date: 8/21/2023 1:37:00 AM

Thanks David, I'd just spent an hour with Chagall then went out to view the stars in an area with no light pollution - so I was probably opening my mind... If I'd only added a pint of Guinness haha!

Speaks Volumes

Date: 8/20/2023 9:08:00 PM

I like it a lot DD. Alas I quite forget why I like it but I know I do. As long as you remember, I hope you don't forget, to reply to this, or better yet, write about another recollection that may befall, if you recall, and if not, maybe you forgot. Cheers from VS umm no thats SV ( I think).

Di11y Da11y
Date: 8/20/2023 9:11:00 PM

Thanks SV - it feels like revelation is always on the cusp of the mind then lost

Yann Rolland

Date: 8/20/2023 5:37:00 PM

a touching poem, with part of mystery , i love the punchline too, thanks for sharing

Di11y Da11y
Date: 8/20/2023 9:05:00 PM

Thanks Yann