Made of Memories

Made of Memories

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee

Made of Memories

Poignant happenstances colliding

Craft new psyche etched engrams

Of insentience rooted encryptions

Highs and lows of unique actuality

Exigently course-plot our persona

Shaping realism in our progression

In uncertain picture learning years

Images of both affection and agony

Form foundation entity mile stones

Herein lays our clandestine selves

Secret cloaks of unspoken thoughts

Of never to be unveiled recollections

Others only perceive our masquerade

Not the personality beneath the guise

For who of us has never spoken lies

A first kiss stimulating new arousals

And broken promises in divergence

Compete to dominate reminiscences

For every person made of memories

Hangs ransom in the dream catcher

Tangled precariously in a limbo web

Choosing lesson learnt true pathways

Makes right choices easier to uncover

And opens up fresh diaries to inscribe

Copyright @ Phillozofee 2020

© 2020 Phill Oz O'fee

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Amazing piece! I absolutely adore everything about it! I could get drunk on your word choice. My all-time favorite line:
"And opens up fresh diaries to inscribe"

So much truth in this for every person, and especially every writer. Fabulous.

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Phill Oz O'fee

1 Month Ago

Please.. fill your glass as much as you like...thank you for your lovely review. be safe and well my.. read more
we live, we learn, we write what we have learned and what we want to remember...
sometimes i think my pen matures, even if i don't.
I really like the language used in this is challenging...

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Phill Oz O'fee

1 Month Ago

Very kind of you to say safe and well my friend. :-)

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Added on June 30, 2020
Last Updated on June 30, 2020


Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom

I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..