Willing Myself to Remember
drunk with freedom,
an afternoon takes on
opaque colors
i wander streets, mumbling
unknown addresses
to vacant hours
in search
of a memory
marked in sepia wash
All rights reserved/copyright Audrey Howitt 2017
Posted for Poets United
Indeed it seems that sometimes we have to search hard for those memories!
ReplyDeleteIt does seem like that Mary!
DeleteHow long the light, the shadows, down this fine esplanade.
ReplyDeleteBoth the shadows and the light are so interesting I think
DeleteDrunk with freedom makes me think of a prisoner let free... but there can be many reasons to search the streets for waypoints.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing poem with such strong visuals....I am working with my mom as she recalls her childhood and many of those memories, though hard to reach, once unleashed have been an avalanche of emotions.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a mom who suddenly finds herself with a free afternoon. LOL. I know the feeling. I remember wandering downtown all afternoon, one day back then, unable to even find myself some lunch.
ReplyDeleteSome days, memory is hard to catch...
ReplyDeleteThe older I get the harder it becomes. Such is life!
ReplyDelete"...a memory / marked in sepia wash"..Oh how wonderfully you've put it. It's exactly like that. I also love the use of 'opaque colors". Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteExquisite ... delicately rendered, with a undertone of fragility that is so germane to the content. Fabulous title.
ReplyDeleteLove the sepia wash ending ~
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely love this Gorgeous
ReplyDeleteThat sepia wash ending left me breathless!💞 Just wow!💞
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