Reconsolidation [repost]

bowl of strawberries

Memories are like clay,
I’ve heard,
Half-formed
Into malleable birds:
Pushed together
In a mind cage,
Floating on a bay
Of undulating waves.
They escape,
Mutate,
Once exposed
To the eye of day.

Those times with you—
Long ago, so few—
I check the cage,
Surprised to find
These birds
Have turned golden,
Sparkling in the dark.
Gemstone eyes
Radiate precious scenes…
A kiss in the moonlight,
Strawberries at noon.
Smiling and warm,
I close this door.

I don’t even want to know
What you recall.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.
Image is mine.

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11 responses to “Reconsolidation [repost]

  1. If you recall good times he probably does, too.

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  2. Your poetry is lovely.

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  3. Wowww! Its awesome.

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  4. Love this idea of memories as malleable made of clay and changing form as we view them later. Beautiful

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  5. Sweet that the memories turned golden. I like the rhythm of this piece too.💕

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  6. Wow! What an awesome piece!

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