8:22am 4/7/13, writing on a Sunday morning for Jomo
Let's make a memory of us
one that's strong & wild & free
and just
us
Hard days are coming we know
and bad times won't wait
So let's make something that's just us
something so pervasive so unique so down in the bone
a memory of love to drown in & live on
if ever we want to leave
Lets make a memory of us
everyday
please
I especially like your last stanza and how it all comes down to that quiet "please". I think the lack of punctuation serves the poem well -- it's a very open ending, almost like a prayer.
ReplyDeleteI agree, also it feels a bit like the speaker is meditating alone, not really speaking to anyone but just thinking and feeling these things.. Sort of like when you stare at a sunset and just.. feel. And form memories.
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