Remember

Remember the tears

The words, the first warmth left

The stage we made of eloquent sigh

Words that pressed and failed 

Every chance 

A first, where day from night begins

Ending with the piercing starling shrill

Speckled cross the leap and closing wind

The song still melting on the wing

Remember the fever of our unyielding dance

Where the stems from silence could no longer stand

Release it, as if it were your wish

Held in the psalm of our hands

Author's Note

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Most msgs about remembering feature this happening more directly & that's why I love your poem for showing what an imperfect process it is when we remember. I get the sensation this narrator almost can't recognize those embryo sensations after memories morph into whatever strange new forms that life twists things into. I love that you take this in an unexpected direction (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

Inspiring...and yes I do know that this needs to be edited and revised but I so do enjoy the way you refuse to give up on me and on YOUR poetry as well, or just poetry itself...INSPIRING!. So a billion thank yaz and more and know that I am not gone...just revamping and creating a new voice...soon to come. Hugs!!

[barleygirl]

I anticipate the new look, kinda like I'm anticipating springtime! *smile*

[CLR9]

A beautiful poem from a beautiful poet. Need I say more?

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I cant tell if Im being birthed here or laid to rest....its all very confusing...crunch crunch ....burp! Oh goodness ...scuse me...hiccup!

[Perdition]

You brought KFC into the mausoleum? I was going to wait till next year but now I just might have to shoot my way out..Watch your eyes Amsterdam~

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

KFC!? NEVER NEVER ...I live in the deep South man...it's POPEYES or brown bagged, c'mon. smack smack :P

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

ah, I see we are doubling down today. I am back already listening to those memories or a Spanish guitar and leaping across mountain tops of the mind to find my way back the the Psalm within my hands. Excellent work Joe!

[Perdition]

Crunch.. crunch...crunch...wha? Yeah...I have to agree with you on Popeye's myself. Although it's been years..Great! Now I want some. Thanks! Poetry or Drive-Thru reviews appreciated...Always!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the song on the lips that is more than verbal....it is the touch, the feeling of being close...when words can't really describe...this poem is so palpable...
j.

[Perdition]

Thanks J. If WE don't hunt down the indescribable..who will? And no eating the poems...Cafe or not..lol.