an amnesia poem

Cherry

By seannelson

Thu, 24 Mar 2011
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9 comments
 

bars and taxi-cabs,
friends and highways,
philosophers and arabs,
the beloved counselor
who'd serve me tea,
the times I was jailed
and the times I was freed

all
live on in my memory
only precariously

books that I read
things that I said
women I took to bed
have from my head
faded and fled

But much still lives on
and will come the dawn,
at least that's the star
that I wish upon

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by leejmavin on
this is a very revealing poem. I enjoyed it simplicity and tempo. Please have a read of mine

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
A beautifully crafted poem, sean. Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi seannelson, a brilliantly worded poem, it's good to be able to write our feelings, you do it so well. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
I liked this one ;)Pia

Submitted by seashore on
I liked it too!

Submitted by seannelson on
Thank you all for your kind words. <]:- ) To tell you the truth, I wrote a long and overly dramatic poem, and then realized it wasn't good enough to publish. But it brought out the important themes in my mind, and so then I just hammered this out. friendly regards, Sean
"If I send you post-cards from the side of the road: photographs of movies, and hearts about to implode"  -  Elliott Smith

Submitted by fatboy74 on
very good :-)

 

Submitted by oldpesky on
You say a lot in this poem in not too many words. Very uplifting ending. Well done.

Submitted by seannelson on
Thank you all kindly.
"If I send you post-cards from the side of the road: photographs of movies, and hearts about to implode"  -  Elliott Smith