Thursday, March 6, 2008

Liquid Lies


Like water connecting with chalk
on childhood sidewalk writings
yesterdays memories can become smudged
when beloved prompts disappear
.
Ideations of lost years; loves
are never thought of, not once
until they no longer exist and then
are considered twice, thrice, eternally
.
The rest of lifes offerings simply
fill the voids between the emptiness which
seems to encumber the days of the ones who wish
to remember the happiness and forget your pain
.
Yet like the runny words of yore, mix and bond the cement we're trapped in..........

7 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

childhood sidewalk...

I like the thoughts it arouses.

walking the sidewalk

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

The visual of water connecting with chalk set up what followed beautifully.

tumblewords said...

Strongly visual. The blending of full/empty and linear/abstract is great. Love it.

paisley said...

this is so true.. and yet so sad.. it is like the whole aging thing is such a rip off... you live until you are deemed too old to do so ... and then you.....

anthonynorth said...

A lot of life in that one, me thinks.

TC said...

Like water connecting with chalk
on childhood sidewalk writings
yesterdays memories can become smudged


Very descriptive. Easy to envision.

Bone said...

Seems like there was a song that said, "It's better to be gone but not forgotten than to be forgotten but not gone."

This reminded me of that. Well done.