The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
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If only I had known I’d never hear your voice again
Or hear you whisper sweetly in my ear
I’d memorise each word of love you ever said to me
So when I'm all alone, your voice I’ll hear
If only I had known it was the last time I would see
The man I love with all my heart and soul
I would have held on tighter and kept you close to me
And never would have ever let you go
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indigo evening
the lapis lazuli sea
lovely blue roses
sunshine bluebonnets
teal skies of happier days
megastar asters
ribbiting frogs, pond
nights on the town midnight blue
......
A hand that is held tight,
a silent kiss
A cup of tea, a hearty meal
Someone to laugh with
and to chatter without breaks
A hug, a squeeze
Before you wake and remember
that you were dreaming of what was
A smile, a silent glance
......
Let us use straw to make gold
and stone to carve diamond rings
Your tears to form crystals
and our misery to brew priceless wine.
Let us make ink from our mistakes
and a pencil from our missed opportunities.
Let us use silence to make noise
and noise to use our violent voices.
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If you should forget about me
Remember the one
Who shook the bed with her feet
And wrote sonnets about you
Knowing she didn't have a chance
To be yr lover
I was the one who taught you about poetry
Who cried when Forrest Gump cried
and how I would watch it over and over
If you should forget about me
......
My mind had often wondered of a world beyond our hold,
where every soul reveals its secrets and all the truth untold.
With age our youth will fade,
and with hope our lives ignite.
In a withered cage the soul remains,
till the day that brings delight.
Promises made are hard to keep,
but in honour I find my pride.
......
The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
......
Blithe humour yearns for
Pridian vagaries before now,
Trusting the mooring of able
Ships on clear waters of
Mirror images.
Wistful, our call on the sere
Tongue of harmattan, when
Pines whistled in unison to
Welcome straying and returning
Birds – black confetti over
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Under the first rain's gentle embrace,
I sat at the gate, a smile on my face,
Inhaling the earth's sweet, familiar scent,
"Mitti ki khushboo," a cherished event.
Once, I'd envisioned us dancing in the rain,
Laughing and walking, free from all pain,
But today, as the raindrops fell from above,
I found solace in nature, in the absence of love.
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