Evoked Memory

Something different, experimental for me.

Reflected through the prisms of your words

the sparkling lights illuminate

the map of my psyche.

Would I never have felt the experience

if you had never shared solid translucent dreams,

cold whisping from their freezer burns?

Stale butterflies and old grass smells

The scent of an insect torn. 

The birds crying foul.

From the deepness 

the high priestess

did summon, 

and so, half seen half felt, they came.

Reviews

[Andrew N. Farrens]

short, but damned good. I see the experimentation......practice, man, and can only become smoother. Indeed.

[mandy]

i liked it very much, mark! but solid translucent seem to be contradictary, maybe i just didn't understand what you meant. i am really inexperienced in giving reviews. i like the line, ,,reflected in the prisms of your words..that was just so descriptive!! you are very talented!

[Mark]

Ice would be solid and translucent. just means you can kinda see through it but it's not transparent like a window. :)

[mandy]

TRUE! i hadn't thought of ice....lol..i was thinking cement or something solid like that,,,thanks so much for clarifying it for me...

[Coyote Poetry]

Good use of words and thoughts. Evoking memories can create pain and happiness. I like your strong description.
"Stale butterflies and old grass smells
The scent of an insect torn.
The birds crying foul."
I like the ending to the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[John]

I love the sharp tactile quality of the images evoked - stale butterflies, old grass smells - that are in a sense both translucent and solid. The speaker has been educated by the person he addresses and therefore communication between them is possible. What is interesting is the suggestion that the evocation of memory is a religious or mystical experience. If science cannot explain the process, I suppose it is.

[Mark]

Thanks John. :)

[Penlady]

An exciting thought that one may transform another simply by allowing the knowing. Your poem IS many faceted and, I too, love the "stale butterflies...."
This poem allows one to ponder and feel. A real beauty...

[de_maruf]

nice

[Mia]

If only all experiments went this well.
I LOVE the lines...
"Stale butterflies and old grass smells
The scent of an insect torn."

[Mark]

thanks :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

incredibly beautiful..........deeply touching.

[Mark]

Thanks hon.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Mark 'the opening line, 'Reflected in the prisms of your words' is a classically good opening to engage a reader. The third stanza is electric and the powerful ending makes this a really good poem!

[Bewitching Sensations]

fantastic.. well done