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into a grey tangle
of thoughts
memories
of answers
explanations
recognitions
damp
with vague familiarity
I reach
but do not retrieve
they slip my grasp
in cruel torment
and tumble away
opaque
unconnected
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rob kistner © 2010
Forgotten
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I love this poem.It expresses succinctly what happens to me often..an illuminating thought or answer that slips my grasp the second I have it.
Good to see you back again Rob!
Yes, I agree with above. I feel this way so often nowadays. It’s not fun. I can’t recall the name, the place, the TV show, the event. I like the spareness of this poem — equal to the spare mind. Yes, good to see you back (I didn’t forget who you were!)
forget???…..never …me forget???… forget what?……anyways …nice words you have written again….thanks for sharing..and take care
I like how the frustration of what you are describing is quite palpable in your description, and how the memory is not gone, but out of reach, there but as you put it, “unnconnected” . The irony and the anguish of that all the greater.
well expressed. I went through a period with word-shaped holes in my mind, and can relate.
Hi Rob,
I’m sure we can all relate to this frustration. Sometimes the words just won’t come!
I find that this is sometimes how poems leave me too.
Or they sit at me in pickling jars like what Plath describes and annoy me to no end, unfinished and grinning.
Either way, it’s not a good experience.
Your structure (short stanzas in which the whole poem is strung out) echoes how the memories and recollections slip away. Well done.
-Nicole