Remembering

[grannyjill]

It's about a lot of things: The things that make a woman stand out in my mind or at least one category of things; how old I am, how memories fade, but somehow leave behind little sentient traces- like how the smell of fresh-cut grass makes me instantly eleven and barefoot- and how encounters of a casual kind tend to leave impressions behind, but those names have slipped away.

Eddie Vedder (my favorite songwriter and the frontman for Pearl Jam) wrote:

I swear I recognize your face
Haunting, familiar, yet I can't seem to place
Cannot find a candle of thought
To light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me

I am not saying this is inspired by that because I haven't thought of it until now, but I'm just saying this is in that vein of thought.

Crikey Moses, Mark
.....I think that your response (with a few edits) is a beautiful piece of poetry....may we have some of that in this poem, pretty please.
ps That Mr. Vedder is one mean poet.

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How memories fade (I just writ, this! - now you can get your revenge..)

Yesterday slips away too fast,
escapes my desperate, feeble grasp.
Past thoughts fade into a misty cloud
elusive, transitory, lost in time.
Quick, bright flashes
butterfly around
settling and fluttering
as they touch my mind
But, too brief. Soon gone.
Turned to ash
leaving a sharp darkness behind
an emptiness where stored-up memories
should reside.