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Sunday, September 8, 2013

SUNDRIES, YET I REMEMBER

(pic: random from google images)


Blurred images cast on the windscreen
Pelted by the thundering shower

 
Up down Up down --

 
The wiper swipes through
A collage of ‘stories’- I would name them so, now

 
Up down Up down --

 
The tiny droplets
Breaking down into thin streams
Trickle down through an ember of events
Disintegrated in time and substance, yet
Refusing to give up its form and glow

 
Up down Up down --

 
From nowhere

TO

Childhood flashes of-

Flying to the ceiling and landing back in the bed…
Thumb lollipop(ed) inviting a dissuading prick…
Sharing a stick of ice cream with now-long-lost friends…


Clear like this very moment


TO

Faces in the crowd, etched clear
Posing familiar in random pictures
Clicked to cook food for thought


Up down Up down --


Weird, surreal...
How do I classify these images?
Negotiating through the traffic
From hibernated passages of mind
 

Up down Up down --

They are titbits
Accumulated through days and
Sub-conscious nights
Designated
In an effort (perhaps) to conclude –
Every beginning has an end

 
Up down Up down --

 
Buried in the dump-yard of remnants
I CHOOSE
Not to bequeath them, and
Not shed those too, till this body wears down

 
Up down Up down --

 
Reminiscences make space  
For some sundries
Sundries, yet, I remember them

 
Up down Up down --

 
For Poetics – Try to Remember – tended by Karin.

18 comments:

  1. Loved how you mixed those wipers with memories... those are the days we need the good memories the most... great painting here.

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  2. driving through rain, windshield wipers slow steady can be mesmerizing... the mind taking off in all directions - nicely shown

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  3. Childhood memories and rain:----always pleasant to rememeber

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  4. Nice. I like the way you maintained the rhythm with the intermittent "up/down'. And how the memories rained on you.

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  5. the windshield wipers flashing through stories...nice...i like how you wove that in as well...rainy days are def heavy with memory...and memories often just like that...little snippets....and every beginning does have an end...and vice versa

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  6. Ah-- a great frame for this poem - the windshield wipers like the brain swiping through all those droplets from the past - really interesting and well done. Thanks much for joining in. k.

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  7. I like the way you introduce these memories they present themselves and the rhythm the wipers provide.

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  8. wipers have something meditative and keep our mind going it seems - cool how the rain and movement took you on a reflective journey

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  9. Love how you conveyed the feelings.... how the mind works given the time alone to think in a car while driving in the rain...it's a contemplative time..shy of being hypnotized I think.;)

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  10. I love the images and memories interspersed with the windshield wipers.........very cool. I remember so many things, big and small - the minutiae of existence, yet meaningful. Great write, kiddo!

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  11. How unique and creative, memories interspersed between the windshield wipers ... in the rain. Lovely response to the prompt :)

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  12. memories - wind shield wipers ... ingenious!

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  13. Totally cool way to stir up the memories to the movement of the wipers! Well done!

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  14. I could feel this poem. Loved the way you evoked the memories to the rhythm of the windshield wipers. Impressive.

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  15. I don't want to be caught in that situation but I do appreciate the memories being stirred (up down up down) ~ Wishing you lovely week ahead ~ Take care and don't get so stressed out, smiles ~

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  16. :) enjoyed the imagery with the wipers here and the shared memories..

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  17. I love how you were able to articulate the way a mind wanders. The rhythm of the windscreen wipers adding weight to your words. Beautifully done.

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  18. I like the pic you used with your write. We are so distract in our cars aren't we?

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