***Sunday Scribblings said the theme is ‘Eternity’. I thought to myself, isn’t a memory for eternity too? So…
Memory, you make me forget
What I want to remember.
And, insist that I remember
What I want to forget.
Memory, you old fool and traitor,
Stop back-slapping me, and get your act straight.
Memory, you’re an unpredictable assassin,
Back-stabbing my carefully crafted universe.
And, suddenly there are splashes of red and green
All over a pristine white canvas.
Memory, I know you’re colored,
Much as you might pretend to be a dullard.
Memory, if you’re still angry, you wear a Phantom’s black robe.
But, when at peace, you like to sport Snow-white’s long cloak.
And, when you no longer care, or give a damn,
You like to spray a sepia tint with an outspread Japanese fan.
Memory, your ghastly invasions burn my soul, and stifle my breath.
Memory, I wish you’d just let go, and accept that my reality has pronounced you ‘dead’.