Me, now

Spent some time on hands and knees
searching the sand
for pieces of me, spread
wide and far
when my head exploded
and the voices sailed out
onto the ocean,
Shoving fistfuls in my pockets,
desperately. Meanings,
memory lost, thought
and feelings like grains
of sand
slipping through my fingers.
Years worth
and the rest I let blow away

Reviews

[TLK]

There is an excellent section in Sartre's Nausea where the first-person narrator is looking at a photograph. He realises that every time he recalls his memories he wears it out like a carpet, and the photograph is starting to become meaningless.

I see this poem as about the process when it is explosive and disorientating, rather than a slow slide into blessed dementia.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Powerful stuff, as always.

[Jon Roggie]

I love the imagery used. Message is intriguing and emotional. Nice work.

[Wondering Mind]

the imagery is very effective, and the meaning haunting..

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. oh, this is superbly written ... i loved the font size and the way these words flow ... this was me ... not too long ago ... after this stage, i discovered what the author milan kundera calls "the unbearable lightness of being" ... and realized ... that all that matters ... is still with me ... and that which has gone ... shall return if i truly want it to ... but anyway ... this is a fabulous piece ... vivid and poignant beyond measure ... you always inspire me with your poetic excellence ...

[Pritesh]

Greatly done!well done!keep writing!