Of memory remains
This derelict sinking
Slowly under an eye-
Opening accruing piercing
Cover of needles, above all
Let us keep in mind how
We took pains to leave
The master key
Somewhere in the blah
Back country stretches
Of forgettable plains.
Invitingly, intriguingly open-ended. Ah, the master key! Did we all have it, at least once? And, if so, how intentionally did we leave it (as opposed to losing it unintentionally) "Somewhere. . ." Somewhere we have forgotten or want to forget? Rereading the poem several times, different words seem crucial, such as "derelict" and "piercing." A poem about memory and much else. . .Each reader will have their own readings, musings, arguments with the poem and/or agreements. In other words, it's a fine poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks again, John, for your meticulous response to this perhaps over-ambitious poem. Much appreciated, brother.
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