Persistence…

All I remember persists.

To forget, I snap my wrists.

To dream, I close my eyes –

To bathe in surrealist lies.

 

All say the silliest things.

To defy the life that stings.

To highlight a hidden wrong.

To sing a delirious song.

 

All I remember persists.

To forget, I write mad lists.

To dream, I close the door.

To bathe in old lies, as before.

 

Disintegration…

 Time is the measure, the unit to trust.

The process in which, even diamonds can rust.

The clock is the watcher, the taker ‘to task’.

Warning of winter & wearing a mask.

 

Jurassic high cliffs, aged by the sea.

Wave after wave, on a broken tree.

Moss on the rocks, a teller of time.

Even in winter – surreal & sublime.

 

Time is a measure, of lies & distrust.

The process in which, even judgements can rust.

The clock is a watcher, but no more than that…

An artist wearing a mourning hat.

 

© The Secret Poetess, March 2018

NB: With humble reference to Salvador Dali’s surrealist artwork, ‘The Persistence of Memory’ & ‘The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory’.