Yesterdays erased,
the most recent,
the first rubbed out.
Nothing to replace them,
a bucket emptied
one engram at a time,
until all that is left
are childhood remnants,
shadows of a small white house.
A contest entry
- Erasing Yesterday by poetryality.
525 points, ended December 20, 2007, 7 entries
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Comments
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This is scarily truthful.
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Yes, this is how alzheimer works and this is how you write your poetry. with a tense and picture and sadness behind the door of reality.
~Sonja~
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Quiet and elegant. Sound patterns within each line effectively counterpoint meaning. The final line/image is particularly poignant and evocative..."small white house" suggests so much in terms of the past, the speaker/subject's history, nostalgic memories of a rural world. Much accomplished in few lines.
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I look back at the houses I was raised in, and they seem tiny compared to how big they really were back then. Sometimes it's hard to go back, especially when the memories ring so clearly in our ears. A great take on the prompt poet. Thank you for this entry and I wish you the best in the Comp.
Much Love & Happy Holidays ♥
Renee
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this was an awsome poem
your words were so well chosen
i liked where you said one engramat a time
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