This month, I’m writing words and posting images relating to the landscape of memory. I hope to write poems most days and also share photos, quotes, and more prosaic thoughts related in some way to memory, nostalgia, longing for place, remembering and forgetting, landscape, dreamscape, landscape’s memory and memory’s landscape, the intersection of the layered historical physical world with personal memory, the frames that both landscape and memory use to contain and order our focus, the landscape of childhood, the landscape of devastation, how memories lie and tell the truth, the fragmentation of memory, how landscapes shape us and our memories, and so on. All the posts will be linked to the Introductory Page as they are posted. Thanks for visiting.
Today, a poem and a photo from a walk this week.
The carved ice,
reminding me of something
I held in my hands once,
smooth and solid,
but in the photo it’s the reflection
that pulses, the captive trees,
the overlay of rust, the open sky
beyond that, and the netted
webbing, neural, submerging
stones with the clearness of a mirage,
pooled blood swirling, staining,
vortex delicately edged,
wedged, unfrozen yet
lodged, then and now.