' that sepia autumn'
a pulse reverberating
with the whims of the lifeforms
a heart's wildernesses locked
in love's untoned negatives
till the darkroom of those eyes
delivers the living truths
washed in the lunar silver
done positive as daylight
letting crestfallen vowels
inked on my paper-boat fade
and drown in the amnesia
of time's lethean drop of dew ..
/original/z.g.
[image courtesy:designedtoat]
28 comments:
Beautiful. The last para is awesome
I love the photographs simile, many of our memories are made of this.
The problem of memory perfectly captured.
I am thinking of the paper boat of memory and how the drift, perhaps blow away, or soak up too much of wherever they are and sink. This is an extraordinary poem. Thanks.
I love the descriptions, and a heart's wildernesses locked is just perfect.
The paper boat is an amazing image of memory. Thank you for sharing this poem. I hope the words will continue to drift on the surface of the water even after the boat sinks.
You brought it home with this one ... you capture faded memories ...
"inked on my paper-boat fade"
Yes, I remember this.
three gold cones of light:
two eyes, one sun, converging?
gaspard monge floats free
your last lines are simply magical!
Thank you Zoya, I peeked in on your lovely poem last night but it was more complex than I wanted to study at midnight. The light of day helps a lot.
Those photos are a long time memory store, the letters we write are thrown away in about as much elapsed time as it takes your paper boat to sink. I did manage to save a couple of letters from Mom and a couple from Dad. They are just snippets but I hold them dear.
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Those poor sinking vowels [you make me wonder about the consonants, perhaps they can swim ;-)]. I suppose they are just about as crestfallen as the vowels purchased and lighted by Vanna when the words are discerned and the board is cleared.
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Thank you for the welcome home.
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You make me think of a "drop of dew" in a different way as I read your delightful poem.
drown in the amnesia of time's lethean drop of dew .. - I like that imaginary, as if we can physically hold our memories
Wow, this is so beautifully crafted. Bravo!!!
In this digital age I'm left wondering if there will be fewer tangible mementoes to hold onto. Poignant!
Thanks, zoya--
You do exquisite dances with words and imagery. We, your loyal fans, appreciate your depth and abilities!
This one is one of your best so far, from my perspective, but that may be marred by a fading memory of the last great one...you know?
Thank you--
Deborah Godin said...
"OSI fading memories - Love your usages, especially "crestfallen vowels" - brilliant!"
January 18, 2009 5:55 PM
Memories are brought forth by photos, scents, sights and sounds. I love the photographic references in this.
nice images!
a pulse reverberating...a hearts wilderness locked-
Enjoyable-
this is great! i like the photography metaphors.
letting go, holding on... drifting, drifting, drifting... beautiful...
Your creativity never ceases to amaze me. I don't know that I can look at photographs so easily anymore.
oh yes, memories can be represented by any forms. absolutely gorgeous metaphor here
A sweeping panorama of sensations and emotions...
..thankful to each one of u..
Wow! What beautiful imagery! Thanks for sharing and for commenting on mine~
Patti
intersting :)
lovely descriptions and metaphors
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