The
details slip, how blue the sky, how white
the
foam, how high the waves rode in the sea,
rough
or tranquil – and its exact degree.
The
sharpness of the moment and its insight.
The
image slips, whole edges blur with age,
some
colours rub off, some fade’s added in,
things
once intense and profound slowly thin,
covers
wear, silverfish damage the page.
The
hours slip, while I panic and clutch
at
that elusive word, picturesque phrase
must
nail it down, stick it in, or the haze
will
take it all beyond reach, beyond touch.
And
yet it slips, fast and slow, part by part
nothing
is safe in the brain or the heart.Have I told you about the final year-end challenge over at Write...Edit...Publish...? Sign up's today, post on or before 21st. Off to start on my piece. Join in for an interesting, imaginative prompt and of course the gorgeous badges...
' And yet it slips, fast and slow, part by part
ReplyDeletenothing is safe in the brain or the heart.'
How I wish you were wrong. Knowing you are not, I still wish it.
Ya, me too. Even the good ones fade. Especially the good ones.
DeleteThat last line's a killer.
ReplyDeleteNothing is safe - not in my brain, the heart does a better job, but all flesh is weak...
DeleteYou did an excellent job composing this sonnet
ReplyDeleteThank you! Still not iambic enough I think, but never mind :)
Delete"nothing is safe in the brain or the heart."
ReplyDeleteSo true, so true, and it's what is making me blue!
I've actually got my WEP story written. Woke up one morning and there it was. Love when that happens!
So cool! You make me envious, Yolanda! I on the other hand have no clue as usual...but something will turn up eventually...hopefully... :-)
DeleteHi Nila - nothing is safe ... life just turns with nothing static or secure ... so true ... slip, slipping by ...
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the WEP "Utopian Dreams" challenge ... I will think on ... and it might not slip out of my mind! Cheers Hilary
Yep, am marking the calendar - mustn't let WEP slip! see you there on 21st! :)
Deleteyou captured that "reach out and try to grasp" feeling. Or is it gasp....either way, well done
ReplyDeleteGasp is manageable...I can do that...grasp, now that's hard! :)
DeleteBeautiful. Evocative. And especially poignant for me right now, thinking about my mother, who in two days will turn 94. We're all slipping away, but it's usually so gradual that we fail to notice. Thank you for limning this feeling.
ReplyDeleteConstant mindfulness is the only defence, but so hard to achieve. Best wishes to your mother!
DeleteMemory fades so quickly...
ReplyDeleteYes, and even when fresh there's no guarantee what you've got is really accurate...it's fading even as it's being made, a little scary that...
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