Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Loose Threads of Memory (Poem)

Loose Threads of Memory

Tie loose threads to your memory
board. A dozen stars set your course,
dangle hosannas in light-sliced air.
You grieve the broken neck of the rose.

Board a dozen stars, setting your course
to turn its own slow circle. Time the time
you grieve the broken neck of the rose,
thorns splitting heart's decimal points in red.

Turning its own slow circle, time is time
you squeeze emptiness from black holes.
Thorns split heart's decimal points into red
pinpricks: your path unsewn in words.

Squeezing emptiness from black holes,
you fill in invisible space with tiny
pinpricks, your path unsewn. Words
tie loose threads in your memories.

© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas

7 comments:

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Björn said...

The broken neck of the rose.. that's such a strong image of melancholy- Love it's repitition... very strong...

Brian Miller said...

squeezing emptiness of black holes...strong line as well...

whenspaceissilence said...

I like the verse that opens the poem. It sets the tone and it is a nice metaphor by itself.

Lorna Cahall said...

A really strong construction - the repetition and interchange of modern and mythic elements. I really admire this. Thanks.

nance said...

embroidery
a heart
in words

Margaret said...

The broken neck of the rose, the repetition - a very desperate, searching feel to this poem.