Friday, February 13th, 2004 5:08 p.m. pst
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

"Marathon Memory"

Friday, February 13th, 2004 5:08 p.m.pst
(an exercise in spontaneous poetry 3)

Must the candles burn so low?
Fingers get singed
before the light goes out
talk to people whom you've known
and they answer with cold stares
shivers might travel down
and 
up
the spine
but they just can't remember

Must the cradle stop rocking?
Out back with the ashes
And the music stops
She might have suffering
With which no one can emphasize
And people just
can't
talk
about it sometime

Must the anger return?
Heavy hearts hurt
Hardly mattering to some
Happenstance
And circumstance
Makes prisons of existence
But
Why
Worry all the time

Must I be fated to remember the past?
Must I shoulder the burden of forgotten conflict?
Must I keep trying to find a reason for reality?
A moment of mystifying the passionate roundelay
Of random wonder.

I wonder. 
             Because marathon memory meanders much
        And life can get real sticky to the touch.
   Must I remember that too?

Death,
Disease,
Memory loss,
Ashes,
And it happens
Whether I remember it or not.

 


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