Forgetting

Published in "Down in the Dirt", April 2010

Forgetting.
That's the soul's answer to the locked doors
that confront you in the path.
Open the eyes and see
the zero that has become you.
  
And when the danger comes, let the
forgetting become a mantra.
Let it flush away the diseases
of yesterday's disasters.
  
When the yellow sun shines, ignore
the grey skies that have
defined you.
  
Be the empty that you can be.
It's the solution to the
falling asleep at the wheel.
  
And when the pencil lead breaks,
sharpen the axes to begin
the hacking away.
  
Let the zone alarms arrive,
and make them the purpose
of your ashtray heart.
  
Forgetting.
It's the most obvious solution
to the drowning of the
sense of being.
  
And when the rain starts to fall,
hold the radio
in your arms and let
the electricity
snapple your brainwaves.
  
Leave without saying goodbye.

Reviews

[Revolutionary]

I feel like I should regain all that I have forgotten.It is too bad I can not forget all that I regret.
Great poem.I read it twice.It made me think about my own ashtray heart.You can empty it but there will always be a black smelly residue at the bottom

[freelancejouster]

"and when the pencil lead breaks, sharpen the axes to begin the hacking away." i think is my favorite line.

[Mary Chalmer]

beautifully penned

[Dayran]

A man who senses that others are fencing him in and therefore, as the architect of his own destiny, builds a fortress around himself. In reviewing his actions, he is obliged to say that he was right, accordingly he cannot now create a critique of the actions of others. Neither is there anything to forgive....he must let go. A self revealing poem.

[Michael West]

Very beautiful poem! Nice write!

[Coyote Poetry]

Forgetting can be difficult. You took me to many places and open the doors to many question with your poem.
"Forgetting.
It's the most obvious solution
to the drowning of the
sense of being."
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[NightShade]

You speak immense volumes like the crow at the centre of the autumn gathering of birds. When finished, that one who spoke the mysteries of their kind also forgets as they rend it and return it to the elements. Do you think that it might drink of the river Lethe and so pass into dread Hades home content?

[stars are far]

this is so great
loved that :)

[Frank James Davis]

An artful checklist of the emotional advantages to forgetting. Well-written, perceptive and, at times, humorous.
Ironically, quite memorable work.

[Praiser]

This line should be a poem all to it self,
Forgetting, thats the souls awnswer to the lcocked doors
A BRAINWAVE FRESH OUT THE MIND