L. J. Carber Poet Prose Poetry

Snippets of the Mind

That's all we have when you come right down to it:
little pieces of life, random moments we dare call--
memories!

But what are these fragments, these snippets of the mind?
Just sort of, kind of bright flashes in the pan lighting up
the brain, rolling into the mind willy-nilly, like freight cars
abandoned by the locomotive?

All life's experiences, both sweet and sour, remain only as
touches, wisps brushing 'gainst the soul, memories as
promise but always as promises unfulfilled, unkept....

For the only reality we have lies in the moment, every 
single moment, in each breath we take: everything 
before or after the moment is mere illusion, a coloring
of the lost past or a fantasy that will never be born.

Life is like a fine bespoke suit until some madman comes 
by to cut it up into myriad bits and pieces we so bravely 
call-- memories....

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Robert Lindley March 9, 2019 at 11:43 AM Truly a superbly composed poem about how darkness can cause us to not truly value life and sweet memories that are true treasures my dear friend! Yes we are truly brave to call our memories sweet treasures. For what would we be without them? Without them to help us judge life of the today(s) and the tomorrow(s)? I get your point and see this great verse, but think our dear memories are more precious than gold myself. A fav.. a poetic gem too. L. J. Carber March 10, 2019 at 1:44 PM Thank you Robert-- it is always a bit of joy to get appreciation from someone with your depth of soul....

Geoffrey Brewer February 9, 2019 at 10:54 PM Yet the memories are there as records with full perceptics as if sophisticated movies that can be replayed in present time, sometimes without our control. Agreed, we can only really be , in present time. As always you stimulate interesting thoughts, Len. L. J. Carber February 10, 2019 at 11:04 AM Thank you, my friend--good to hear from you!

Andrea Dietrich February 8, 2019 at 6:56 PM this is a deep look at memories. I guess if you video record them, they can feel very real again and be seen exactly right! The last part reminds me of some horrid sniper walking into a public place and killing all the souls with their beautiful memories. Well, a poem to make us think! L. J. Carber February 9, 2019 at 7:22 AM Thank you, Andrea, for a most thoughtful review!

Nette Onclaud January 28, 2019 at 3:01 AM each sliver of a reverie has a story to tell and it allows us to explore our own world with deep reflection... this wondrous piece is brilliantly relayed; wow, LJ!... huggs L. J. Carber January 28, 2019 at 9:47 AM Thanks Nette-- always means lot coming from a poet of your quality.

Constance La France January 27, 2019 at 11:56 AM LJ, wow and wow, I love this poem so much, I have a lot of those snippets and fragments and bits and pieces I am forever trying to put together, a Fav for me ~ L. J. Carber January 28, 2019 at 9:45 AM Aren't we all! Thanks, DH, much appreciated.