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Revisiting happy memories is
like watching a favourite DVD. We can
rewind and play it again at our leisure; it can be a comfort when the real
thing is not available for whatever reason, but never a substitute. Even so, better
to have created it in the first place, and always have access to rewind, than
never to have created it at all.
BIOPIC
Sunset, a pink sky, same shade
as your shirt
Bodies, buds on a stem loath
to shut down
Heartbeat, banging madly away
at cloth ears
Twilight, drowning us both
in birdsong
Dreams, CCTV of our lovemaking
for posterity
Rewind, one head, one pillow
clocking in
Stop (pause?), forefinger gestures
an alarm call
Dawn, a grey sky, same shade
as your absence
Copyright R. N. Taber 2013
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appeared on the blog some years ago, but was somehow deleted. I have been asked to reinstate it, having also (slightly but significantly) revised it. Hugs to everyone - Roger.]
Sunset, a pink sky, same shade
as your shirt
Bodies, buds on a stem loath
to shut down
Heartbeat, banging madly away
at cloth ears
Twilight, drowning us both
in birdsong
Dreams, CCTV of our lovemaking
for posterity
Rewind, one head, one pillow
clocking in
Stop (pause?), forefinger gestures
an alarm call
Dawn, a grey sky, same shade
as your absence
Copyright R. N. Taber 2013
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appeared on the blog some years ago, but was somehow deleted. I have been asked to reinstate it, having also (slightly but significantly) revised it. Hugs to everyone - Roger.]
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