Memory’s Loss (cascade)
Where each memory, is but a leaf,
Uncertainty masks, that of belief.
The day they all fall and pile up high;
Revealed is a tree, stretched to the sky.
In the dappled-shade of summer’s shine,
You glimpse the return, of latent time.
Under canopies, you stand beneath,
Where each memory is but a leaf.
In each silent leaf, there forms and sways,
Many moments from, each long-lost day.
Happiness couples, the briefest grief,
Uncertainty masks that of belief.
Each recollection, will come to fade,
These random thoughts, on a journey made.
Many are shared and some will defy,
The day they all fall, and pile up high.
And departing there, you leave behind,
All that you have found, for what you’ll find.
Beside the ground where memory lies,
Revealed is a tree, stretched to the sky.
Ralph Stott was born in Kent, England in 1957. He is married and has two daughters. He studied design at the Medway College of Design in the mid-70's. Expressing ideas through the written/visual media, has always interested him. Ralph began to dedicate more time to poetry with The Writers and Poetry Alliance, in particular the 'Stylists' forum, over the last 3 years. He has self published one book called Legends For Lunchtime; a collection of short stories and has a second book pending called The Sounding.
Ralph, I appreciated your poem. The passing of time, precious time--perhaps unappreciated, the conclusion, no more time. I wonder why the word "cascade" appears after the title. I am retired and renewing my interest in reading and writing poetry. Thank you for this lovely piece. Elizabeth
ReplyDeleteRalf I enjoyed your poem. It reminds me to "look up" instead of down. Thank you for sharing your talent with us here on Whispers.
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Hello Elizabeth. The 'cascade' is s style of poem, which derives its nature, by the sequenced repetition of the first four lines, within the remaining four verses. This gives the effect of a cascade, or sense of falling, throughout any piece that adopts it. The result in Memory's Loss, is to hi-lite the sense of memory/recollection: I've read that line before! I'm pleased you have enjoyed the poem. Do give the 'style' a go! I hope this is useful. Best wishes Ralph.
ReplyDeleteHi Charlene. The last line reminds us to look up! Thanks for your comments. Best wishes Ralph.
ReplyDeleteHello Ralph. Thank you for sharing "Memory's Loss." I enjoyed reading it. Continued blessings!
ReplyDeleteNice. A tender and well-written poem. Thanks for sharing, Joe. Continued blessings!
-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Hello. Thank you for stopping by. The whole dies of time and memory fsscinates me. Best wishes Ralph.
ReplyDeleteI like 'each memory is but a leaf' - for a memory can drift away suddenly or linger in a drift - then also can be buried until it is time to linger with it again. Wonderful poetry, beautifully written...Rhoda
ReplyDeleteMany thanks Rhoda for your kind words. I've learnt more about the piece, from reading the comments, than I intended to write! Best wishes Ralph.
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