I get that, Max, & have the same impulse, but never remember a damn thing by morning....
the stories we tell ourselves about way back when....
Doug
On 2011-03-23, at 6:56 AM, Max Richards wrote:
> Waking at night,
> besieged by memories,
> I hear the clock chime
> the hours and half-hours,
>
> put my mind to making
> sentences, counting
> the syllables, hoping
> next day to jot them down.
>
> Memory snaps they may be,
> and who to check them with? -
> now that my sister's gone -
> true or imagined?
>
> no-one's here or anywhere
> to gainsay what I say.
> That's the old ones -
> as for more recent years,
>
> memories of them seem -
> sparse, colourless,
> neither here nor there...
>
>
>
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