| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 11/15/10 at 12:52 AM So good to see another poem from you - it's been too long. And one with a Doctor Who quote as its epigraph - oh my. This brings to mind the heartbreaking tragedy of Alzheimer's. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/15/10 at 02:07 AM Our memories,both the real ones and those we make up, are sometimes all we have. If we know what we are doing each minute we make new one. Sometimes they also slip away as fast as we make them. Really good write Max. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/15/10 at 03:37 PM Wow, Max. I feel like this sometimes after an epileptic seizure or when a loved one, starts a story with, "remember when...?" and I find I have no memory of the event whatsoever. This piece really inspires me. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/15/10 at 04:23 PM I wrote a very similar poem once. Well, maybe the words weren't so similar, but the feeling this poem evokes in me is exactly how I felt then and this poem is how I would have like to have said it. I heard once, in a movie (of all places) that people get married to ensure this kind of thing doesn't happen - finding someone to keep our stories intact. I've long ago let go of that theory. Exquisitely written, Max. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/15/10 at 06:35 PM Like this, Max. Seems to me the struggle of humanity against power or life unyielding is the struggle of memory against forgetting. I have some (memories) I smash daily. Delighted. Thanks. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/15/10 at 08:41 PM Vivid imagery and clever! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/16/10 at 12:51 AM Loved the title. The glass memories breaking are such a vivid description. The last stanza is most interesting as you piece something back together, all the while shredding yourself. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/16/10 at 11:34 AM A portrait of transparent substance; how effective is that? The glass guardian as ingenuous assailant; too true to be anything but good. It's hard to believe; Max the masochist :> |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 11/18/10 at 04:09 AM what the mind keeps and what the mind discards is a topic ripe for the picking. this is quite the cautionary tale: bring gloves & gauze when reassembling the brain. |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 11/18/10 at 01:56 PM Ye-ouch. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/18/10 at 09:47 PM Poignant and all too real! Memory is a faulty thing. Yet, it is so very important. Fragile, can be self destructive. (Perhaps what is essential should be written down. Maybe why some keep daily or weekly journals.) Great to see your work again! |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 11/26/10 at 04:42 AM i love a poem that i can actually see in front of me, don't know if that makes sense...great poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/07/11 at 05:50 PM Oh, how I do relate! I just love your metaphor. It is perfect. Slippery and broken indeed. I try to put them back together at my own peril. Best I can do is to try my best to stay in the now... and I am pretty inept at THAT. Thanks for this great write, Max. You rock! |
