Entre les Trous de la Memoire by Dominique Appia.
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If you’re new to this blog, “Sense” is the working title of a collection of poetry I’m working on, which may be published posthumously if I don’t get it all together in this lifetime. It’s about relating to a work of art you might not consciously relate to, but subconsciously (and intimately) you relate to it so much that it conjures fragments of childhood memories and dreams. I’m digging this one up from two years ago after recently experiencing powerful dreams and memories involving my family. The personal becomes poetic.
From Chapter 3: The Uncanny Powers of Observation
a clockwise memory of home
an aged white ceiling above me
is held upright by the constancy
of beige stucco and wood gravity-
and the inertia of built-in bookcases.
the boat called yesterday docks
on the hardwood floor today and
i watch the waves come ashore
and hope the books aren’t ruined,
but then something happens –
a fire consumes the pages
on the brown planked beach
where two girls once played.
white waterfall peaks distract me
as i clutch my composition book
and stare at the great wide open
with envy of the hot air balloon…
one day there will be a memory
of an innocent abroad sailing
on a ship across The Atlantic
to study classical and abstract art.
she’ll find the meaning of a mirror
with a reflection of blue sky,
and a tiny photograph wedged
in the gilded frame of time.
a mirror rests above the mantle
of a fustian red marble fireplace
that radiates from the flames
of remembered dreams…
© 2006 Renée Valmont, a.k.a. Danna Williams