Poetry of Time

For Chris

We were in some old abandoned memory. 

It must be centuries since this memory applied to living things. 

How shall we search? 

How shall we approach this find? 

We looked beyond the obvious, 

Trying to have the poem find us. 

There in the cobwebs of time stood the elements of rhyme. 

We shook the foundation of this old, old memory and 

Found ourselves in the poetry of time.

Reviews

[Ian Gilmour]

I like this a lot, the two biggest reasons are the following: it demands us to examine memories as an idea and not the memory in and of itself; and it asks us where we find memories in ourselves. Good memories, bad memories, all stay lodged within us and the fascinating thing I've always thought about memories are that the good ones almost haunt us more than the bad ones. We look back and see what we had and knowing its in the past brings both salvation but also a sliver of remorse and no longer having that. Bad memories are finite, good memories are not.

[Matching Socks]

I love this one Alfred. :)
Memories are our greatest resource.

[Ian Gilmour]

Or our worst.

[Matching Socks]

Oh shut up. Stop raining on my sunshine boy wonder. ;)

[Ian Gilmour]

I hope I didn't just create a bad memory of you commenting on a poem.

[Matching Socks]

Well if you did I'll write a poem about it, you just enriched my resource. THANK YOU.

[brian mclaughlin]

the more we search, the harder it becomes to find the words of life. it is better for us to make the best of those given to us. thanx

[John Anderson]

Very unique and wonderfully worded. Enjoyed it much!