Splat

Smashed up against the wall it 
Shat ter ed
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to
 tin
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 pi ec es.  
My m
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n d 
is splintered  broken, 
never to be put back together again 
S as in 
 P as in pratt
 L as in love and lust
 A as in ashes
T as in tampon, tarnished, tainted, titty titillation, Tshirt dishing up all the dirt until it hurt cassie, cassandra, cossetted ,cosy  crap – yes that is exactly what I want to say  cassie, cassandra, bert, burk, berk, twerp.  
Today is all about words
seehowtheyflow.
Lately they have been very elusive, evading, hiding in the archives on my mind.
I reach in as they rush to the back squashing up tightly against the backwall fearful of being caught.  
Once said they are exposed, 
out there.  
I can tell they are present,  I know they have been here before, but for now they hide in the shadows of the mental cerebral crypt.  Pretending not to exist  but their footprints are cemented in my memory 
distant though they may be.  
Images, concepts, incidents, instances – a moment shared, a moment in time all translated into words.
Memory, remember, memorise, recall, compos mentis
brain cells once young, fresh, active, bright, receptive, recollection sharp, vivid  - now slow      grey     sluggish     closed     old  
 					dying.
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Romios Avatar
March 23, 2022 at 5:34 PM
Judy...Cool layout of the poem to start with. I feel, as a person no longer in college but way past...my life has been so colorful like confetti, it is to be celebrated! It was so boring to be a young no nothing. As I got older, the wilder and brighter my Life became. Children, grandchildren and circle of friends. Poetry came in the past two years...here is to life! Wild Pangie xo
Reeves Avatar
March 23, 2022 at 11:32 PM
Thank you for your comment. Am retired now so trying to catch up with things I have always wanted to but never got round to like poetry but of course memory, focus etc had diminished.
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