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slippery memories
by Betania TeschI grasp at pieces
so slippery
memory, a dark pebble,
on the beach of consciousness,
a necessary evil,
of someone one thousand
miles away.
I pull to the tones
in your voice
when you aren't tired
or lonely or preoccupied--
those moments when
you sound like you
are feeding yourself
warm honey kisses each morning--
but they are rare
and other images, obscured.
I ask for nothing
as the darkness sets in,
but when it's black
I'll ask you to come again
to save me from misplacing you
from dropping you
into the seamless lake
we call Forgotten. 09/19/2002 Author's Note: To be supplemented with JD Vernon's "Dusty Road, So Kind"
Posted on 10/24/2002
Copyright © 2024 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Paez on 10/24/02 at 10:36 PM Although I have not read, JD Vernon's "Dusty Road, So Kind," I feel this piece stands alone excellently. The power of your voice is consistent, and your choice of images painfully appropriate. Especially potent is the juxtaposition of the happy image of ‘warm honey kisses’ and the rest of the poem’s sadder images. It is a beacon made all the more powerful by its singularity among dark, brooding waves. Write on. |
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