Sunday, May 19, 2013

Oblivion




The memory of your face
a relief upon her neurons
disintegrates. An ancient
pharaoh's image scraped away
by a successor, you become
dust upon the floor.

You become the forgotten
as the past gets rewritten
and what they call night
becomes day by another
name.

©2013 Joanne Elliott


Inspired by Astor Piazzolla's tango "Oblivion."









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2 comments:

  1. ClaudiaMay 27, 2013 at 2:33 PM

    you become forgotten while the past gets rewritten - think that's what we fear in a way - to disappear and then it is like we never existed...

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  2. Joanne Young ElliottJune 1, 2013 at 9:33 AM

    I think so Claudia...that is perhaps why we create.

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