Fiction/PoetryIf We Let It November 19, 2014 /It patters on the banana fronds Runs in rivulets down muddy streets Mossy tufts sprout in the old gypsy’s room The house crumbling around us.Years have passed without it ceasing It will wipe down our memories, and with them Our history.
The last line and that picture! My favorite writer.
Really like this poem, really like that first line “It patters on the banana fronds”, that whole first paragraph, the images, the sounds here, all really good.
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I was going to say the same thing, but you said it for me! 🙂 Lovely!
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The heaviness of the emotions here pulled me along. Very evocative!
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Everything about this whispers Macondo.
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Love the refs. ‘wipe down our memories’ – wow.
Years have passed without it ceasing
It will wipe down our memories, and with them
I keep reading that over and over.
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Great lines. I love it!