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Holes In A Story
by JJ JohnsonPutative journal pages reconstructing erased memories
Restored word for word in poetic lines and their stories
Tales recalled in digital files and ink fading on pages
Losing a past full of depression that forgetting assuages
A photo displays what a thousand words cannot say
While dozens more reveal faces on some happy holiday
No pictures or words make the narratives any more real
Without recall, can even the truth relieve the fear that I feel
Reading the record to relearn a life written in rhyme
Swallowed by a black hole out of context and time
Swirling amidst volcanic islands of vagaries
Stranded at twenty in a turbulent ocean of uncertainties
Twelve years of shadows haunting a house of cracked mirrors
Where reflections look back behind vaporous specters
Measuring the depth of a man to theorize his theorem
Unsure if the holes are as deep as the darkness that fills them
To be free of the taker out from under his circling cloud
An enlightening strike burning away the fog enclosed shroud
Shattering the man to cleanse the myth of crystal clear glass
A broken image in shards lies where the mourners will pass 11/01/2011 Author's Note: Well, interestingly enough, this was granted POTD on 11/23/2011 and I hadn't even noticed. Thanks to whoever is responsible for it, recognition is always nice. Author's Note: If not for my poetry and journal entries along with pictures at family gatherings, my life from 20-32 is mostly a mystery. Many of my poems came out of letters and journal entries that I still have, so I can see where they came from. When I put together my books, I put them in categories and listed them chronologically to tell the story of my life in poetry.
After having a stroke on 2/10/12 this poem is all the more real, as along with a loss of physical sensation on my left side, a loss of visual sensitivity to light and overall visual impairment that I already had, I have experienced additional memory loss, some of which I am only just finding out. How does one know what has been forgotten until people ask you about tings you should remember or you read something you wrote and can't recall who it was about? I am disappearing from the inside out. Remember me... jj
Posted on 11/01/2011
Copyright © 2026 JJ Johnson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 11/02/11 at 02:36 AM I really like this but particularly the first 2 lines of S3 |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 11/02/11 at 09:41 PM that final line stuns me..and mourners shall pass but not without much to say..Excellent! |
| Posted by Kevin Fehlen on 11/08/11 at 05:46 AM I often feel like my past in a mystery, even though it likely doesn't compare to yours. It is however nice to look back at old journal entries and pictures and have a reminder of where we come from. This strikes home quite strongly. |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 11/23/11 at 09:00 PM I can't say why, but "Unsure if the holes are as deep as the darkness that fills them" was my favorite line. It flowed well and perhaps was strongest imagery for me. Great work. |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 12/02/11 at 01:51 PM Congratulations on POTD! Most fitting and am so pleased it was up there! :) |
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