Forget Me Not
I thought
I was shouting into the void
holding my brush
dropping my colours into the canvas
listening to voices
memories
traces of longing
moments in time.
No magic wand
to wind words
and speak my feel and thought
Spellbinding are my brushstrokes
they are my language and song.
Forget me not
See me
an Artist
call me.
Step into my world
need not know how I translate my word
Just see, till you lose your senses
Ascend and leave behind all the fences
Touch what makes your spine clutch
Feel, till no ground under your feet.
Then respond
reach for that bond
and learn
“Being seen matters”
Offering the gifts of the heart matters
Oozing audacity and joy
truly matters.
My fear might not disappear
but I am here
on a journey of no compeer
unlearning
understanding
embracing all that makes no sense
“Not knowing what to do next to grow”
Forget me not.
Besma
July 13th, 2026
Inspired by Zoe Davey's painting "Forget Me Not"
Ekphrasis Form poetry contest sponsored by Silent One.
Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2026
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