A Consternation of Forgetfulness
A Consternation of Forgetfulness
Our memories are only mirrors backed
With ruined silver, tarnished souvenirs
Remembered by each other. What they’ve lacked
In authenticity they’ve mixed with tears
Or brightness so that seeming to forget
We cleverly do conjuring with no
Material, really, more a dinner set
That’s made of smoke with a porcelain glow.
Our memories are memories recalled
By memories, in pleasing, painful lights
Less strong than candle flames that time has mauled.
Our reveries are stands against mind blights.
We make our memoirs up from what we hear
As echoing of empty, wished for cheer.
Line 7 as is has an extra syllable throwing off the beat: “Material, really, more of a dinner set”
try this easy fix: “Material, really, more a dinner set”
Thank you very much. I used your suggestion for the correction, not accomplished.
I followed your suggestion for a fix. Thank you very much. Actually this is the second time I have responded to your comment but the first response seems not to be here.