Friday, August 21, 2020

Motes

 

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In Storage

 

Walk through the collection,

kick up dust.

Discover artifacts from times past

secure beneath layers of years.

 

Insufflated by recognition, they float,

upward filtered through time,  

They sparkle, dance in sun beams

that slip through attic windows.

 

Reconnected with the re-collected,

this renascence reconstitutes pasts

to vivid, palpable, tactile presents,

revitalized but altered.

 

Their genesis, once in real time,

now transformed in space time

pine for their original forms.

Lost in the continuum, but not forgotten.

©2020 Ed Touchette

 

 


Thursday, August 13, 2020

WATERS

 Posted on my FB page. This is the last poem in a series titled ARMISTICE DAY which will be posted here in October. 

 

 

WATERS OF THE LETHE

An Ode to Charlottesville

 

We stood beneath the lintel

Where vistas are boundless.

But crossing to Elysium,

We stopped to quench our thirst.

 

Blinded by the light and freedom

We anointed others to our rightful place,

Went back.

To divine with sprigs of oak and hick’ry,

Talk through cans attached with string.

 

Save the statues

Fly the flags

To remember the horrors.

The waters of the Lethe prompt serial delusion.

 ©2020 Ed Touchette

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