I see her now displayed behind glass
preserved in memory's cabinet,
her hips, lips, cast of jaw
cupped in every familiar place,
twenty years and more passed by.
Flying so close, we tried to cast
a future that never could be;
no rock to build that future on-
only illusions hewn to a shape
of hips, lips, cast of jaw
preserved as memory's favoured face.
It's amazing how we have these memories set in our minds of what an individual or a particular situation was like.These are perhaps the things that we cherish the most.
great poem Ray
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Sat 27th Jan 2018 09:19
ditto Messrs Buck and Spangles.
I was looking at Napoleon's death mask last weekend in the Lady Lever Art Gallery in Port Sunlight. Lots of Pre-Raph gems to marvel at there. Your poem could easily be about one of those paintings or sculptures.
Col.
An inner photograph of an imagined and reimagined "favoured face" - the memories unrequited..
Poignant, Ray. I love it. You ol' romantic!
Suki
so mysterious ray. i love these short little pieces you come up with, they intrigue me so
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raypool
Tue 30th Jan 2018 17:26
Sorry guys for the delay in responding !
Thanks Stu. Funny you say that, because I often start with an image and describe it however strange it may be - I think it helps to focus the mind.
Suki, glad you saw the point - it was based on a real person too. Daren't go there too often( inwardly).
Hi Col. That's a real bonus having an art gallery within travelling distance. Imagine, a whole town dedicated to soap! Reminds me of Palmolive and suds, rinso, and of course lifeboy! Now of course Lever bros. produce most of our beloved foodstuffs using similar ingredients. Sorry, i'll get off the high horse.
Thanks David right, in a nutshell. The best laid plans of mice and men....
Great comment Martin thanks. Quite true.
Luv to y'all.