Sunday, November 25, 2012

Time's Promise










i have held your thoughts
your dreams and visions
deep in sensate simplicity
a vessel of time’s promise
no portal has resonated
more deeply
with this soul’s intensity
of vision
a moment
lost in memory
imprinted upon vines of neuron pathways
lining walls of plaqued halls
a movement toward
a glimpse withheld
a passing harmony
of keys touched
of passages unconsciously maintained
vines dried
tendrils curl now
upon a vision
no longer visible.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012

posted for  The Mag #145

57 comments:

  1. Love your perspective, and the beginning.

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  2. I love the picture that goes with the poem and it makes me think of time passing by as you sit in the chair...beautiful!

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  3. Wow, I thought of love's past for some reason and truly could see it as clear as day. Beautiful :) :)

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  4. Mmmm....to fall in love with words once composed.
    To remember what surely was felt
    Vampire love
    Great stuff, Audrey

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  5. Very beautiful poem. (I <3 the pic, too!)

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  6. "a moment
    lost in memory
    imprinted upon vines of neuron pathways
    lining walls of plaqued halls"

    Beneath the beauty and the flow of words I read a whole different subtext, perhaps someone trying to grasp memories no longer within their reach. A lovely piece indeed.

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    1. My original title for this was The Alzheimer's Chair--so you are right Ginny--Thank you so much for stopping by!

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  7. Wow....this is what I actually looking for years!! A filling, heart-touching poem. Well done Audrey :)

    Sayantini Bhattacharya from another part of me

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  8. Lovely and sad. The allusions to failing memory - "neurons, "plaque" are subtle touches.

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  9. Beautiful, Audrey. The picture matches the emotion perfectly.

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  10. A vision no longer visible. I've had quite a number of those...

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  11. oh man, this is scary to me...have you ever read Still Alice? dementia scares me...have seen some family members succumb to it...sad, painful to watch...done well in verse though audrey...smiles.

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    1. It is scary --scares me too! I have not read Still Alice--is that a book??

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  12. wow...a beautiful vision, Audrey!

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  13. Audrey, I love the way this flows along, and those tendrils-vines of neuron pathways; a sad truth of the vision lost, but a lovely write to get there :-)

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  14. ..tough write...both words and emotions you put here amalgamated so well... in effect: very effective... thanks for the poem.

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  15. Thought-provoking and evocative. I really like this.

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  16. beautiful poem...thanks for sharing

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  17. Wow, this is like an echo from some distant possible past

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  18. It feels almost as though you're awakening from a dream. Nicely done, Audrey.

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  19. I love the remnants of a memory disappearing around the edges. Your poem is beautifully etched Audrey. Thank you so much for sharing. =D

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  20. oh heck...this is so thoughtful and sensitively written audrey

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  21. Reflecting on good times of the past is agonizing. Dementia makes it easier for the person but hell for the minders. Nicely Audrey!

    Hank

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  22. This made my heart ache a bit. Fantastic write Audrey.

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  23. This is so wonderful. It makes me think of so many people, times gone by. Thanks for sharing.

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