For When You Forget Me [Memory-Loss]

Bleh...

I wish I could remember,

What I had said about the mountains,

At my window.

About how the Ever-Greens they bear,

Stand up like small hairs,

From afar.

I want to remember,

What I’d thought to myself about the clouds,

Outside my door.

How sometimes like oil paints they glide across the sky,

Like cool milk clouds in spiced chai,

In a porcelain cup.

I cannot remember,

What I told myself about us,

Like we were.

Something about how you smelled like Ever-Green mountains,

And our kisses were like clouds and moved like frothy fountains.

Light and volatile.

I wish you could remember,

What you had said that day about the oak tree,

Growing old by the porch.

How it’s winter-barren branches, bent but not broken,

Bore buds that would flower like spring upon our passion unspoken,

Once you’ve forgotten.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Warren L.G De Mills]

This is a wonderful write. An interesting structure as well. I enjoyed reading this piece
How sometimes like oil paints they glide across the sky,

Like cool milk clouds in spiced chai,

In a porcelain cup.

That line was nice. You captured the essence of memory loss very well.

[Xanthous Crow]

How curious the memory is. We can remember the slightest of things, and yet, forget the most momentous. Melancholic and descriptive, I love the line: "Like cool milk clouds in spiced chai, In a porcelain cup." Marvelous!

[MAC]

i forget her name but she owns Blue Mountain Arts with her hubby, anyway this reminds me of her style. mixing love and nature using a version of free verse. love the flow of it and the undertone of sadness. excellent and clever write.

[Jeremy Baker]

Quite a lovely journey you take the reader on in this beautiful write!

Beautiful writing, very dreamy, I like this. " Like cool milk clouds in spiced chai,
In a porcelain cup." wow... this is rich. You're talented... ;)

[Coyote Poetry]

Memory loss would be very hard. To lose thought and memory of people and faces. I like the way you made the point in the poem. The description allowing the reader to feel the loss. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote