Indelible
Impressions blown in on the breeze.
Some memories grow misty and hidden
too painful to expose to the light
yet way down beneath they lie in relief
marked indelibly and seen only at night.
My impressions are sorted and shuffled
and filtered like sunlight through trees
in the darkness behind the leaves on the ground
are left impressions blown in on the breeze.
Naked thoughts can be dressed up in colours
and whirled in a beautiful dance
pirouetting and pausing arching and causing
the spontaneity to merge with a chance.
Beneath the lightheaded lilting of music
when my feet shuffle off the dance floor
wandering home in the moonlight alone
then opening the recall behind the front door.
There like a painting in waiting
with soft lights to accentuate shades
the memory ignites my deep inner sights
and recollections that fall in cascades.
Memories tattooed on my senses
indelibly printed are never removed
only swept carefully under the carpet
etched into my mind though not approved.
When they surface from the deep ocean
worn bedraggled and worse for wear
they’re spread on the sand and washed by hand
and exposed to the glare of the new morning air.
Once read written and deciphered
the indelible marks lose their power
and are then understood the way that they should
buds of indifference ready to flower.
©
David Rudder
5th October 2020
Thanks for reading.
