Friday, February 01, 2019

Poem: "When I shined a flashlight into my memory"

I wrote this poem last night. I had had the image of a person using a flashlight to look through his memory, and then, boom: poem. Enjoy.

When I shined a flashlight into my memory
What did I find?
Bits of conversation left behind 
Warning signs and orange rinds 
Stalagmites from the ceiling sharp
An angel’s harp
And turpentine 
An easel with no painting on
A life that only just begun
Boxes high and boxes stacked
Of letters that had been sent back
Stagnant pools and leaky roofs
And rocking chairs in splinters now
Is what I found 
With my little light. 

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