Resolution (a poem)

Turning a lapse of memory into a poem…

Dogs and babies and something else I can’t remember
were going to make for a remarkable poem
unlike anything else to emerge from this mind of mine

A hint of ‘Blue Monday’ from the end of a film
was going to color every word, every line
and make raging fire out of embers

But words have a habit of decamping without a sign
leaving brilliant ideas broken, dismembered
and mute in the crushing heat of the empty room

I’ve been hearing stories and not believing them
I’ve been living my life and avoiding the dream
for as long as I can stand it

I will find the words

(10 July 2018)