the theory of what was was lost what you were losing:
tears diffuse in a mist where Ophelia's strewing
(oh but it's only a play accusing us) rosemary and
what else, the sequence is confusing.
you'll wear the colour of forget me nots
attaching no special meaning
but in your dreams you are always lost
and wondering at all the seeming.
some want always to be remembered
others would like to forget
the moment that was so bruising
the thing that made one fret.
and memory is a curious thing
with scraps of gold small songs
to sing
when it grows dark
and remembering
suddenly no longer matters.
mary angela douglas 2 november 2017
tears diffuse in a mist where Ophelia's strewing
(oh but it's only a play accusing us) rosemary and
what else, the sequence is confusing.
you'll wear the colour of forget me nots
attaching no special meaning
but in your dreams you are always lost
and wondering at all the seeming.
some want always to be remembered
others would like to forget
the moment that was so bruising
the thing that made one fret.
and memory is a curious thing
with scraps of gold small songs
to sing
when it grows dark
and remembering
suddenly no longer matters.
mary angela douglas 2 november 2017
