Memory

Cherry
Poem of the week

By markashley

Tue, 25 Nov 2025
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5 comments
 

Forgotten

Remembered

Digitised and displayed

Memory is a false construct

And I still don’t remember

 

A shadow

in the background of the background

Flicks a switch and changes the world

And the background
disappears

 

On this day

This empty day

this hungry heady
lazy day

While tomorrow
sleeps in the arms of forever

Yesterday blows in
through the kitchen door

With the dust and the gloom

 

Melded into mechanical minds

The past whispers
into the present

The now that defines this day

Of all days

 

The voice is faint
as whispers will

But calls across

the endless years

Calls out the game

And reminds

Time is the imagination of the self
constrained

Memory is a false construct

Memory is a dark reflection

In the broken glass

 

And still

I don't remember

 

 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem

Comments

Submitted by SoulFire77 on

The central paradox here really works - the speaker claims memory is "false," yet still cannot help but forget. That tension drives the whole piece! I especially appreciate how you ground the abstract through concrete imagery (dust, broken galss, etc), which makes the weight of the poem actually land for readers rather than floating away. This shows real sophistication in embracing that contradiction without trying to resolve it.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Love this, particularly the third part, the sense of movement and space. It is like being caught up in a piece of music that you don't know

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Beautiful words Mark, and your ending forcefully strikes one of the conclusion of 1Cor13.

Also, reminding although it might be hard to conjure up someone's, anyone's face in your thoughts, and yet, is absolutely recognisable and and remains totally unmistakable. A human mind works differently we are not computers and robots as some people seem to like believing.

When two people are in love and their eyes meet, connect, lock, something happens. Something magic.

See you! Tom

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

This is our Poem of the Week! Congratulations!

Submitted by celticman on

works for me. the memory of things I've forgotten.