If We Let It
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.
8 Comments
theinnerzone
The last line and that picture! My favorite writer.
Briefwords
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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Jen Brunett
I was going to say the same thing, but you said it for me! 🙂 Lovely!
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Tina
The heaviness of the emotions here pulled me along. Very evocative!
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Nate
Everything about this whispers Macondo.
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KymmInBarcelona
Love the refs. ‘wipe down our memories’ – wow.
Jack
Years have passed without it ceasing
It will wipe down our memories, and with them
Our history.
I keep reading that over and over.
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Matt
Great lines. I love it!