When the moment becomes still
Memories take hold
when the moment becomes still,
dear images from the past,
become today’s current thrill.
Archives taking refuge
in minds unable to let go,
another life,
to which every hour does owe.
Reflections of yesterday
escape into our lives,
a passenger of the present,
that sometimes still drives.
When the moment becomes still,
and memories take hold,
the paintings of the past,
become today’s new old.
26. June 2007 um 07:20
the ideas here and images as well are powerful in themselves still, I wonder what if you were to give one movement in memory of self to let the reader peak inside the player’s recording…blue
26. June 2007 um 18:30
Thanks blue, I appreciate your compliment and suggestion. You know, I sometimes try to take the “me” or “I” out of the poem, for I feel it allows the reader to be able to relate to it themselves instead of seeing the poem as a perspective of the me, the poet. It can actually be quite a challenge to write oneself out of ones own poem. I’m glad you are still reading my poems. :)