Mario Ortiz Martinez

Mario Ortiz Martinez

Along the shore
our memories rise
and fall on changing tides
It is the moon’s work entirely
this purging of the Sound
rushing ebb & flow
in six hour shifts

At the slack`tide
where the sea is still
we stand knee`deep in
the debris of old memories
flotsam jetsam of time
broken bottles & lines
once ours now gone

Forgetfulness is grace
Little was as we remember
as old Kodachrome snapshots
tend to make us too red or blue
and in time fade toward sepia
On the tide all washes away
leaving shorelines clear

                                                                                   ” . . . In fact,
there’s no evidence that any of what I remember actually happened,
or that the people I knew ever existed.” ~ Louis Jenkins

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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2 Responses to Memories

  1. Maureen says:

    and as the tide rushes out it carries all the rubbish with it…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I used to feel that way about rain cleansing the city

    Liked by 1 person

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