Slipping

i dig deeper

pictures of you
archived in my mind
blur on recall

i find twenty eight years
have taken a toll
your image not as defined
nor clear as it once was

colours fade into greys
i long for the return of minutia
to turn back the clock
i want to take the lid off
death's parting shot

i want to see breath in you
the rise and fall of your chest
see those microscopic beads
of perspiration clinging
to your forehead's flesh

blue laughter in your eyes
that wide streak of silver white
that complements
your short back and sides

this early morning
I will tarry for a while
I will wade through the mists
to recapture the you I knew
in high definition

Reviews

[Beccy]

It only slips; never disappears completely; if it did, we would become a different species entirely.
'
I want to see breath in you
the rise and fall of your chest
see those microscopic beads
of perspiration clinging
to your forehead's flesh.'

A transfixing verse in a truly moving poem.

Beccy.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thank yous Beccy for your thoughtful review. So appreciate your calling in.

Chris

[Lorry]

The worst aspects of this is that we fear losing the detail whilst there is more than our fair share of memories that we would gladly forget. Asking ourselves whether it was blue buttons or black she wore, and the horrible feeling that fear can bring.
The heart never forgets though, thankfully.
Tarry away Chris, it will still all be there when you get there.
Beautiful write.

[Chris Shaw]

You are so right Lorry, the heart doesn't forget. The love stats. Tha Thanks for your lovely review.

Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Oops forgive those typo's. I can't see clearly on my phone's tiny screen :)

[Lorry]

Well, it's not like predunctive toast ever works for me either 😀

[Dave Brown]

It is disappointing that too often we are left with just images and memories and those, (along with my hair)
seem to constantly fade
Nicely expressed
Dave B

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dave. I appreciate your visit.

Chris

[Davidgeo]

There isn't likely to be a single molecule left in our body from when we were born. Given that fact, I often wonder... "how real are my memories really?"

This is a very thought provoking poem on multiple levels.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello David. Pleased this one has got your brain ticking over on different levels. My brain rarely analyses what it churns out in words :)) Thanks for the visit.

Chris

[Rye]

blue laughter in your eyes
that wide streak of silver white

I really love this part, This is a wonderful write

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Rye for your thoughts and your visit.

Chris

[gram linski]

great poem, Chris, the depth of emotion is tangible, we always remember the minutia, the small stuff, we always remember.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you gram. Appreciate your thoughts on this one.

Chris

[DAH]

A lovely and powerful sentimental write;
the imagery of those we love, miss ...

the sensitivity in this piece is precious. Bravo!

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks DAH for your lovely review. Much appreciated.

Chris

[DAH]

My pleasure.