by June 8, 2024 0 comments

“Si non meminero tui…”

It happened again today.
I forgot a word I needed,
and it did not reappear
as I waited for it to come
like expecting a phantom train.
My mind blotted out
parts of speech, as if
it breathed on an empty mirror
and when I swiped the fog
away with my flat hand
everything disappeared, even
why I wanted that word.
Maybe the cortex or other
place storing these flashcards
was gradually clearing itself
to become unpolluted, clean
as a tabula rasa to record
some magnificent idea or
vocabulary newly invented.
But I could not blame
the handful of grey matter.
It was my fault somehow,
a failure to be mindful.
When I say “perfection,”
it sounds like “shadow.”
And at the use of “music”
I’ll think only of “silence.”
So the yoked letters
in the few words left
cascade like water
falling over a rock lip
to land on stone.
And the forgetting,
a blocked speech,
is that vacant space between,
a blank corridor of shutting doors
where I once spoke your name.

editors note:

Where we recall no name, there will be nobody. (We welcome Royal to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

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