Journey of Words

Forgetting

Memory provoked by a road side signMemory of a turn, a lane, a garden, homeMemory of a child, a run, jump, hugMemory blurred by tears and the rainMemory’s desiccation of grievous lossMemory over-written with new places, new peopleMemory stirred by faces in London crowdsMemory jarred by first notes of our songMemory confused by the joy… 

Memory provoked by a road side sign
Memory of a turn, a lane, a garden, home
Memory of a child, a run, jump, hug
Memory blurred by tears and the rain
Memory’s desiccation of grievous loss
Memory over-written with new places, new people
Memory stirred by faces in London crowds
Memory jarred by first notes of our song
Memory confused by the joy in your voice
Memory held in the warmth of your hand
Memory denied what really went wrong

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 14 prompt: Anaphora.

CLP 14/04/2024

5 responses

  1. Gloria Avatar
    Gloria

    Memory of us poeming every April and live. Thank you for being here, Chris.

    1. Christopher Perry Avatar
      Christopher Perry

      Thank you, Gloria. There’s a lot of love in the air this morning!

  2. kim881 Avatar
    kim881

    I love the memories you shared in this poem, Chris, which resonates with me, especially the ‘memory of a turn, a lane, a garden, home’ and ‘memory jarred by first notes of our song’.

  3. Avatar
    Anonymous

    Memory of NaPoWriMo all year long until April springs and we all blossom. (Favorite line for its rhythm and imagery: Memory of a child, a run, jump, hug)

    1. Christopher Perry Avatar
      Christopher Perry

      Thank you. April is autumn elsewhere, an equally poetic season.

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