Each Moment Deserves a Memory
-- and we harvest each one by brittle hands.
Hurtling space rocks painted
gray
like the blemishes outside
are ugly.
//
Playlists of polyphonic
symphonies
backdrop moments lost within
memories.
//
Nervous fingers clutching nervous
palms —
each set of hands like a new
discovery.
//
Urns carefully memorialized on fragile
glass
crafted only by collecting
rain.
//
Cold air caressing thin silk
celestial
bodies stumbling while the dark lurks closely
behind.
//
Metal bodies rushing over damp
freeways
while soft fleshy bodies
sing.
//
Mold growing in layers like layers
of skin
until corpse — still living — curls
within.
//
Hours lost to midnight voices
laughing,
crying, sharing nothing and somehow
everything.
//
Young bodies moving to music
like dancing
will ease the raging storm
brewing.
//
Shame that cuts deep into
veins,
spiraling quickly like wicked
hurricanes.
//
Anxiety chilling water droplets
within
skin moments before a surgery
begins.
//
Silk fur softly kissing warm hands—
profound
love bound only by quiet
connections—
//
Realizing, slowly, that each atom
still
will someday become nothing
but memories.
About the Creator
Corvus
Corvus is a kaleidoscope of Gothic word-craft, stuck somewhere within the hurricanes of prose and poetry and wrung out on each page. Find more fragments of the love letter on their website, corvuslove.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This was so profound. The last stanza was hard hitting. Loved your poem!
I love this! It's exquisite and haunting. I was compelled to read it over and over — discovering something new at each pass 👌
Your imagery is incredible here. Beautifully written.