Memories and November Nights

I wish that I didn’t remember

Every dying word,

Every sinister number

That seems to be etched

Into the walls of my heart’s

One flailing chamber,

And I don’t wish to be put into

An extended slumber

For my mind to dismember

Itself in order to sort through

Fragments of burnt thoughts

In search of a salvageable ember,

For I am too much in love

With this time of the year

To give it up like that,

But if that is what it takes

To forget what I

So painfully remember,

I begrudgingly surrender!

I’ll pretend that the sombre

Nights in December

Are as ineffable

As the ones in November!


β€œThe past beats inside me like a second heart.”
John Banville, The Sea

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  1. I’ve stacked everything in a dark corner of my brain and don’t even remember where the corner is. Haha. Love how you contemplate like a talented wordsmith. Pretense often becomes real when given sufficient time. πŸ™‚

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  2. I’ve said it before, but your poetry resonates on a deep level with me. Those opening lines about memories are such a familiar experience in my own mind. And the imagery…brilliant as always. Seriously, Aaysid, your talent is boundless and it’s such a joy to read your poetry. πŸ™‚

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