All Made Up

All Made Up

Sails unfurled with

no wind to fill them

a woman I've never known. 

Some dreams that satisfy      some not   but

 

all made up

Singing moons to the deepest purple waves

Lines of a new social intercourse       

in my eyes 

I look peering through dust and grey

Grey farmhouse windows with

peeping webs

where ..............flies are stuck and buzzing

Everything around 

is broken down 

fallen ..... brown and down with rust....... abandoned 

sludge-like grey, the ghosts      that are frightening 

even those

are all made up

time races then crawls then goes 

nowhere and yet everywhere

all made up like eternal tumbleweeds 

wrestling within their thorny brown briars

wrestling to cling

(please don't throw me in the briar patch!)

the memories of a life time

break apart and scatter like

cracking atoms to bits and pieces

pieces speaking in faery soughing songs

swirling down ebon vortex funnels

funneling               fading.

water through my fingers.

slipping,

withering away   

  

all made up 

09/25/2024

E.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

First read and then the video brought me to dementia, although maybe that wasn't the intent of the poem as we all interpret things differently according to our own experiences.
A nightmare all the same, snatches of decay living and then fading into the ether lost in memory of was it real or fantasy...
Perfect video for the emotional imagery you portray here Gene... so different and i really enjoyed reading it... :)

[Einstein Noodle]

i love how you see this one, Stella ... yes! dementias certainly play into our memory thing. aging causes all of us to be affected in some way or another .. letting go of memories can also be freeing .. thank you for sharing specific things that moved you .. on both the poem and the music. i had to look a bit to find the song "I don't remember" ;) love on ya Stella and again thank you for the visit and review
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[Stella Armour]

My pleasure Gene ....

[Soren]

Feelings of despair, hopelessness, a sense of uselessness and anguish over the rot of time. Dark and grey. So well worded in poetic form. Nicely done Einstein

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Soren .. for the return visit and input .. yep .. kind of a dark one for sure :)
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[Einstein Noodle]

i hope something makes it worthwhile for those who read and especially those who respond as well. peace and joy ... right here at the Cafe'
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[Neville]

I wouldn't have missed the party for nothing .. there's always too much at stake and anyway, this portal is but a gateway to dreams untold except in poetry .. They might not come along that often these days .. but when they do, they are invariably so very well well poemed .. My regards to you, your pen and your muse my friend .. Neville :)

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you very much Neville .. you are very kind and i truly appreciate your encouraging review :)read morethank you very much Neville .. you are very kind and i truly appreciate your encouraging review :)
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[Neville]

Always welcome Mr. E .. ever the pleasure .. N :)