Forbidden
Some memories are better left bricked, stuck
tight behind layers of mortar spread thick
like frosting,
icing on the cake.
The one about: forbidden.
And when: forbidden.
That summer: forbidden.
Forbidden. Forbidden.
See how cleanly I can replace
what's fallen, neatly fitting together
brick upon brick,
mortar thick,
keeping them all in their
appropriate place.
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12 comments:
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I have a few of those memories myself. Some that I'd just as soon never think about again.
Your play between repeated words and repeated sounds makes for a haunting poem about dangerous memories. It's good to see you posting again for Sunday Scribbling!
The repetition pounds the point home, and allows the reader's mind to go to the dark side. Excellent poem. BJ
Excellent poem!
Words and sounds echo here as though they are trying to escape those bricks and mortar. A skillful, haunting poem.
Wonderful post. The intensity of that summer came through.
What an intense piece, and so skillfully written. Loved it.
I loved this poem! It made me think of all the things I have spent a lifetime trying to forget; not nearly as bad now as they had once been.
This was a nice poem, it was a pleasure reading it from one poet to another.
Forbidden doesn't mean we need to forget, forbidden is also precious to keep them in their appropirate place, brick upon brick, motor thick! Just lovely! Very Nice. Loved this post.
The more bricks, the easier the wall falls.
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