The Failure of Memory

Silverio Barbosa

Silverio Barbosa

I walk an ancient path
through old growth timber
most of it now in the shadows
with but an occasional clearing
where I am bathed with light
sunlight during afternoons
moonlight at midnight

My feet know the way
though my eye is fooled
by the redistricted markers
Someone seems to have moved
the landmarks while I slept
Nature is so uncivilized
to the urbanized mind

Where the spring was
there now flows a stream
The lightning hollow’d trunk
has become a mother to cedars
who attend her like bankers
guarding a widow’s estate
from her hungry heirs

Initials heal with time
Those we carved in bark
visible now only from within
where no one is allowed to peer
How can a man not remember
the name of the woman
he’s loved all his life?

“To be lost is only a failure of memory.” ~ Margaret Atwood


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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8 Responses to The Failure of Memory

  1. I forgot what I wanted to say…

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  2. Maureen says:

    which is why you seem to get lost more often as you get older… How do you manage to write poems like this every day! You put my few words to shame…


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