Insurrection
by Michael R. Burch
She has become as the night―listening
for rumors of dawn―while the dew, glistening,
reminds me of her, and the wind, whistling,
lashes my cheeks with its soft chastening.
She has become as the lights―flickering
in the distance―till memories old and troubling
rise up again and demand remembering ...
like peasants rebelling against a mad king.
NOTE: This is a poem about someone whose memory refuses to die or fade away. Memories of her rise up like peasants rebelling against an unjust tyrant. This poem is one of a series I wrote on the nature of memories, including "The Effects of Memory" and "For All That I Remembered (I Forgot)." Keywords/Tags: Memory, Memories, Night, Dawn, Rumors, Rebel, Rebelling, Rebellion, Rebellious, Love, Relationships, Parting, Separation, Engagement, Marriage, Divorce