Forgetting

"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us." - Oscar Wilde

What is a memory?
A temporal compound of moments
Unremarkable in their poignancy
When in the grand scheme of life
They comprise mere seconds amongst years.
Each is one day lost, cherished or not;
Sentimentality of the forlorn memory
Wears thin with age, worn away when aged.

What is a memory?
The loss of that sentiment
And the failure of fundamentality.
To recast into the depths of the mind
Is a rescue mission
For something edging ever further away,
And yet it still survives.
Pensive strength turns to strife.

What is a memory?
Interminable remembrance
Of something that lived, lives in, and is still to live longer,
Hibernating until rediscovery -
That is a memory of veritable worth.
It is nothing if it lapses with time;
The beauty of a memory is that it is birthed anew
With every failed chance of forgetting.

Echo

Refrain (n.) - a much repeated saying or idea.

An echo resonates with the clarity
Found in the haze of inveiglement.
Original ballads of a refined form are rare;
Plagiarism echoes some early majesty.

The melody of the refrain is enticing, invoking,
A provocation of mistrust birthed only in such a tone
Of rhythm and texture, of crests and falls:
A cresting chorus of screams, a trust that falls.

A certain type of poetry is conjured in your voice.
The words are so comforting and abundant,
A false pretence of one's heart.
Like the greatest of ancient philosophers,

To each new ear that tale is retold, reborn.
Re-imagination enriches a new soul in all that it seeks to find
And when the story was first told, no doubt, you crafted a masterpiece
But today your refrains are meaningless, vague repetitions;

They are an elegy for the heart you wish to revive.