baggage
the baggage was never lost
I just left it another station
and some kind soul
has sent it forward
the form of demons
it reappears
yet again.
So here it is
I’m stunned
past has caught up
childlike the aggressor
grinds
and I bow my head in shame
of who I am
what they made me
cloaked, he has reminded me
of this past
that formed
memories
resilient
never tire or yawn
never sleep
or leave
I never voluntary retrieve them
the kind souls sent them
forward, they are swine’s
just sods and swine’s
blackness is the ambassador
curse him
but never be mine
blackness is the cloaked boned face
ghost rider
may his sickles be grime
you will waste tears
on him
he never leaves
you will look back on him
soil sleeves
leave him at your latest life station
but 10 more years, ten more miles of track
just when you think its over
the bastard brings it back.
Chris Dawson
Sun 26th Jul 2009 03:35
Very good Pete, also wasted tears.... should always leave old baggage behind once the train has left the station.
I think Anthony, your idea has already been used in a film - The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, taken from a poem by Pope - Eloisa to Abelard -
'How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd '
You're right in that our experiences make us who we are - don't know though that necessarily makes us all we should/could/ought to be! .. if that makes sense.
Good stuff, as ever, Pete.
Cx