Just a quick poem that wrote itself in under two minutes. Please do not worry that this is a reflection of any truth - it is soley a work of fiction that has good rhythm :)
I am haunted by Memory's ghost
a beast in black robes and chains.
He flashes a smile and flashes a daggar.
By my side, that Beast remains.
I murdered Memory so long ago.
I drank till he breathed no more.
And at Eulogy's confessions,
I fastened a lock on casket's door.
Into darkness, Memory leapt
past river Styx and dreams past gone.
That lonely night so long ago
I danced before Memory's stone.
But, all deeds thrice return
upon the head who cast them out.
Now, rattling bones and jingling chains
are here to remove any doubt
that my deeds have, at last, returned
and smiling with innocent glee...
You'll remember only a suicide
when my Memory has murdered me.
Write is avoice in less than two minutes, been there, but this has a flavor of more, ease in voice and image, a few mind triggers, phrase easy to the ears, with a dark slide, enjoyed, hope you expand.. Walt
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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This author has a unique style... "Memory's Ghost" has all that art, knowledge and wisdom mingle to be poetized.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.