My memory (to come)

Posted byPhillip Knight ScottPosted inPoemsTags:, , , , , , ,

My murky memory extrapolates the smoke, 
pixelated recollections somewhere in the cache 
that clears itself (a grasp slackens)
as I hasten to replace lost echoes 
with reminiscences to come,
not forgotten among the ash,
rising breathless if we dare stretch.

The future — always fuzzy like sleep 
that won’t rub out of our eyes — changes 
every time we look at it, as we push forward 
carrying the momentum of those better angels 
urging us to grow our own wings 
and launch ourselves to join those 
refusing to leave progress to others. 

Time will tell what tales we create, 
proceeding weightless where we dare.

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge (leaving) and Free Verse Revolution’s December Writing Prompt #1 (time will tell) and dVerse Poetics “Less is more, more or less“

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

30 thoughts on “My memory (to come)”

  3. The future — always fuzzy like sleep
    that won’t rub out of our eyes — changes
    every time we look at it, as we push forward

    I love that – it’s so true. I like the movement through time, from past to possible future – and your ending is hopeful, as requested. Lovely word choice.

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  5. Looking to the future you offer up hope and you have chosen two of the lightest of being ‘less’ words
    Love these lines
    “ carrying the momentum of those better angels
    urging us to grow our own wings ”
    Thanks for joining in with the promot

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  10. Strong imagery and an unusual look at the future, Phillip. I enjoyed the shift in perceptive and the lines:
    ‘My murky memory extrapolates the smoke,
    pixelated recollections somewhere in the cache’
    and
    ‘The future — always fuzzy like sleep
    that won’t rub out of our eyes — changes
    every time we look at it…’

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