the unremembered
The Unremembered
From the deepness of unconsciousness floats up pieces of memories,
like torn pictures of a past I can’t recall. I see a child standing on a chair
seeing his image in the window. A man, in the street below looks, up
and smiles. A war plane, flies low comes nearer, flies right through
the house and continues out to the sea. Old dreams and forgotten
memories have no beginning, no ends; they can’t be expanded and made
coherent. A mighty surge of fear passes though me, an unremembered
memory absorbed into my nascent brain before I was born? The unborn
child remembers but there is silence and it can’t be articulated into words.
I listen to an ancient hum that is as old as nature to better understand
a future that has no knowing conscience.
A haunting write Oscar - - so artistically written - - the final lines are simply stunning. Bookmarking this.
Very sad indeed! The bygone memories,old dreams by the sea and unborn tomorrow! The ancient hum tells the innermost sadness and what else?
yeah really good poem again Oskar