The Persistence of Memory

In days of old, life's panoply played joy
across my heart like music.
Melodies plunked out their hearty notes
dropping into my head
etching memories.
But now no music plays
or if it does, I've lost the tune.
My thoughts race away
like in little cars
while my ideas are a silly
clown circus.
How I miss the persistence of memory
where thoughts lingered for a while
flattened by the weight
of their grave importance
pounding down
sticking to the floor
in magnanimous impressions.

 
Copyright 2007 Jo Janoski, Poet Laureate of Pennsylvania™ 2007


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