Forgetfulness

Rating: 4.5
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
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COMMENTS
Khairul Ahsan 18 December 2020
The fist and the last stanzas are particularly beautiful! Heartiest congratulations on the poem’s selection as the ‘Modern Poem of the Day’!
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Robert Murray Smith 18 December 2020
Memories are there, even if, they temporarily disappear.
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Paul Reed 18 December 2020
Heart-rending and glorious description of the sad journey of losing one's memory
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Luis Estable 18 December 2020
Yes, forgetfulness. but I`m not sure if the kind of forgetfulness is clear here. Forgetfulness as to what or by whom? Or to whom? Sometimes it reads that the forgetfulness is of the people about him and other times ii seems that the person is the one who is forgetting.
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John Anderson 18 December 2020
Enjoyed very much, and have spent time in that “little fishing village with no phones“ lol
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Ratnakar Mandlik 18 December 2020
The boon granted by the almighty to human to forget things for maintaining space in one's memory has been beautifully used in this modern poem of the day. Congrats.
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Mahtab Bangalee 18 December 2020
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war. No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart. /// that's great, so lovely poem; love is awaken nerve though it sleeps deep; love is concerned nerve though it spends time subconsciously; true love can forget everything but can't forget true heart of feelings
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Dr Antony Theodore 29 September 2020
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember, it is not poised on the tip of your tongue, not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen. a fine poem. and very realistic. tony
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Dr Antony Theodore 25 June 2020
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war. No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart. a very fine poem. tony
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