Remember… to forget

I lost my view of portrait I’d once seen,

of lady twining together her tears,

no longer can I remember that scene,

 .

elapsed colors of her skin, blue and green,

the drowning balloon of sun in the rear,

I lost my view of the portrait once seen,

.

her lapel eyes dark-circled waning sheen,

gazing deep with a vision of a seer,

no longer can I remember that scene,

.

my loss matching hers, memory swept clean,

blinding kohl we have tinged in our eyes, smear(ed),

to lose the view of things we had once seen,

.

my thoughts jumbled, the dots blurred, I careen

to deter what might have become a fear,

no longer shall I remember that scene,

.

I try hard to recall her grief serene,

to wipe it away and draw a veneer,

to lose the sight of portrait I’d once seen,

no longer would I remember that scene

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20 thoughts on “Remember… to forget

  1. Anx, the concept, brill. The idea of trying to conjure a memory you’ve let slip… the kohl eye liner (it always runs, doesn’t it?), the rhyme scheme… this feels like a form, but darned if I can remember it. Lush texture to this, and a deep melancholy. Thanks, Amy

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  2. quite a powerful moment there…of recalling that moment but then letting it slip…there is a nice irony in the title of this piece amnol…really worked very nice to form as well….

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  3. Glenn Buttkus says:

    I really liked the line /the drowning balloon as sun/ Like Bjorn, you lurch ever forward unafraid of the constraints & parameters of classic form, & a powerful poem emerges within those restrictions; super congrats on making it seem so effortless.

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  4. Villanelle/ekphrasis–I forgot about both in the hold of you stanzas where I was torn between remembering and forgetting a piece of self. Let it blur, let it be no longer! It’s like ripping up a heart.

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  5. Brendan says:

    This has the same cast as the painting, surreal and disjointed, composed of memories stretched thin by grief. The incantory meters worked for me. – Brendan

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  6. Enchanting melody mixed with heartbreaking words, I loved it HA, even tho the poem itself requires a far better praise then that, I simply feel bad saying something was beautiful when it hits an emotional nail like this.

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  7. love the lilting quality you’ve captured in this Villanelle form…the words… sad reminders of scenes one would always want to remember (or forget) of a love gone, passionately written yet controlled, very well written.

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  8. (“can you save me from myself from these memories … will I ever forget to remember” )
    I can hear your poem being read towards the end of a movie to music that builds and falls away–I don’t know:) I just liked it

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  9. Villanelles can be very limiting with the precise and necessary repitions; yet you turn that to your advantage. In a poem deleting images and impact of a painting, you break it down and engage the elements of a work by employing them to paint your own picture. Well done.

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