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by Naveed
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2139254
Memories fade slowly form the mind of an Alzheimer's patient.
Fading Sketches

Wind plucked every leaf from the tree of life
feast of hues danced away; vivid scarlet to the brown of soil.
vows and verses shone through the kaleidoscope of colors
from a nebula of blurred images getting hazier and hazier.

I yearn to remember.

I see a broken frame from times long forgotten,
of a chirping toddler dressed in brown and orange.
But that woman with hair streaming down her back, who's she?
"Mother." Tears run as I read the words inscribed for my aid.
Alas! I have forgotten Mum's face.

Mind divagates, a movie played on blank screen
of disarrayed moments captured by these eyes,
figures, frames and faces that no longer hold meaning
for the features are all but clouded. Incognito!

I remembered.

The tremble of the heaven that day in June,
when a little girl stormed into my room and raised the roof:
"Grandma! Grandma! Kitty's gone. Lola will forever sleep tight."
Bewildered! "But who's Lola?" I sheepishly replied.
Alas! I never got to know.

Cascade of milky streams bifurcate; pellucid waterfall
delight bubbling inside, heart menaced to explode, yet
frustration took root when an unmarked face placed a ring,
inaudible vows exchanged, binding two together till the end.

I don’t remember

But at times I hear such a sound, the lyrics of which I sing aloud,
It brings back memories of a time where my mind was not confined.
From a place where the lights were dim, the music soft and I
danced in the familiar shadow of a faceless man, one night.
Alas! Every fiddle has an end.

Baby's coo so close yet so far away of a person unknown
tears fell from the eye for an unspoken, precious loss
all reminders of significant events since creation slowly forgotten.
Each day, a new guise, spurious life embrace; step towards sanity.

I can't remember.

My hour approaches; I'm eager for the flashing of life before my eyes.
These poets and sages; their words are mere shams and ugly lies.
But hold! I do remember, though, a funeral from a million years ago.
It’s time for the reunion of the ages, as I breathe my last with a smile.
At long last! The forgetting has come to an end.

Form: Free Verse
Prompt: Memories
Lines: 40
Genre(s): Psychological

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