Epiphany 1:2011
A few days ago,
As I thought of you
(Which I sometimes catch myself doing)
I realized that honestly…
I don’t remember very many of our conversations.
And it’s not that I don’t remember talking…
Or even that I don’t remember listening,
I simply cannot recall what was said.
At the time though,
Your words sustained me.
They filled my up like the Bread of Life,
But apparently man cannot live off of bread alone,
At least if that bread is baked with the leaven
Of broken promises and intentional deceit.
But I digress.
Where was I now?
Oh yeah.
I barely remember any of our conversations.
And now I wonder.
What does the fact that I can’t remember what you said,
Say about me?
Maybe my love for you was imagined.
Like multi-colored unicorns and healthy food from McDonald’s.
But I’m certain that’s not the case.
The unfortunate truth is that…
You probably tattoed your words
Somewhere across the parchment of my subconscious in invisible ink.
And when I least expect it
The sun will hit the sheet in such a way,
That the words will be revealed and remembered.
And I will be left by myself
to forget them all over again.
-Brittany Willis
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posted by Voices Vindicated @ 6:43 PM
2 Comments
2 Comments:
Love the use of stream of consciousness here. It's a really effective way to take the reader on a little journey: from the main point, to the digression, then back to the main point. The digression is beautiful, well said! My favorite line: "Like multi-colored unicorns and healthy food from McDonald's." Also "tattooed your words somewhere across the parchment of my subconscious in invisible ink." That's a great way of putting it; I think about how the words people say stick to our subconscious all the time, and wonder about the real effects it has on all of us. People need to be more careful with their words, and use them for better things, in my opinion. Like this poem. Totally badass, I give it 5 stars. Can't wait to see more!
-Susie
I did a bit of editing to this post; What I think happened was you copy and pasted it, and it had this funky blue background which kind of clashed with the brown backdrop of the site. So i just removed the background. Sometimes, when you copy/paste, you get the gunky crap in the background on the website. So when you right click, you should hit "paste as plain text" instead of just paste. It's meticulous, really.
Anyway, this is definitely one of my favorites by you. Like Susie said before, the stream of consciousness is baller. I often look back over poems/prose in the past and think, wow, these people [men] gave me so much shit, and in return, I gave them beautiful words. But, I have to remember that those words, that beauty, these things aren't theirs. THESE THINGS ARE MINE. This poem continually reminds me of that.
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