My memory (to come)

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

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

30 thoughts on “My memory (to come)

  1. 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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  2. 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

    Like

  3. 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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