#SUNDAYPOETRY - JANUARY, PART II

II

BLACK ICE

BLACK ICE TRANSPARENT THROUGH THE TREES

LINE THE PATHWAY; THE ROAD TO THE LEFT

IS LIT IN AMBER GLOW, IN ROWS

OF FLOWERS. A SHRINE FORMS SOON TO FOLLOW:

EACH PHOTOGRAPH IS OVERLAPPED

AS IF THE LAST IS ALWAYS PRESENT.

AS IF SIGHT IS WHAT IT MEANS TO SEE, TO REMEMBER.

WHEN ALL OF HIM ARE ALWAYS PAST:

THE DIRT ROAD, THE OLD COAT, THE SUNNY DAY

A YOUNG BOY, STREAKED WITH MUD, LAUGHTER THROUGH THE TREES

A YOUNG MAN WITH A CIGARETTE, ARM AROUND A YOUNGER BLACK-HAIRED BEAUTY

AT NIGHT, WHISPS OF COLOURED LIGHTS CAPTURING TIME

THE GRADUATION SUIT, THE CAMPING TRIP, WHEN HIS HAIR WAS LONG.

WHEN MEMORY BECOMES MEANING.

WHEN MEMORY UNDERSTANDS ITSELF, AND BECOMES FOREVER

#january #poetry #poem #sundaypoetry #inspiration #writing #text #process #blackice #death #memory #loss #jarvis #sonoradrive

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