Fading

some memories never fade...

FADING

 

Fading toward black,

memories turn shadowy

playing hide and seek

with reality,

and words

evaporate into landscapes

filled with leaping tigers,

and those melting clocks

hung over dead tree limbs

in Dali-esque displays

~~~

Sometimes I ask,

who am I,

do you know me?

Or, is this feeling

just the playfulness of time

rummaging within my mind,

running from one dimension

to another

like a vibrating string,

tricking me into seeing you

again and again.

~~~

Memories

much like time,

are displaced

in the weaving of space

into knots, tangled or

tangling symetries

whether awake

or asleep;

and often traveling

desolated waste lands.

~~~

As memories turn shadowy,

fading toward black,

the melting clock landscape

becomes a waste land of time-space.

The tiger leaps

 

~~redzone 12.15.13

Author's Note

thanks for reading....
wonder what this means... captcha = armorer(loose translation: a lover who wears metal???)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

memories can be shadowy and wear different shapes...but they keep coming back either to haunt us or simply remind us...

the tiger reference reminds me of "the tiger" by blake...

"did he who made the lamb make thee?"

did he who invented love, also invent the pain that goes with it and the loss?

nicely done piece, like the Dali reference too, art reflecting art in this poem.

[redzone]

thanks Jacob for reading, for a great review, and for pointing me toward Blake who I have not read since high school.

[Frieda P]

Running from one dimension to another, I feel your panic and dissmay here. This was a sensational read, a bit like a frenzied escape from reality.

evaporate into landscapes
filled with leaping tigers,
and those melting clocks
hung over dead tree limbs
in Dali-esque displays

Dark shadows, leaping tigers and Dali...oh my! Captcha is at it again I see...ha, sometimes it knows stuff we can't even comprehend it seems. Outstanding read my friend!

[Lydia Shutter]

The memories that are precious never fade...the ones of the once in a lifetime occurrences and the tingling sensations caused by that special someone. Curt, when you write in this genre, there is a melancholy song playing through the lines....a song of regret for things that once were or perhaps for things that never were. Whatever the case, your words wrap me up and carry me away to a romantic place. The "waste land of time and space".....I believe that is where the true poets live, my friend. Wonderful work. Lydi**

[redzone]

your back Lydi and with a welcomed review... thanks for reading, I always appreciate your thoughts...

[MsJewel]

I agree, some memories never fade...but hopefully they are the beautiful ones that keep us warm on winter nights. Your poem is heartfelt and lovely...

:) Julie