Infested

the process of weeding someone out of your thoughts, your head.

Infested

In a memory, in a postcard, in a corner, in my mind.
I tuck it there and wrap it well
old newsprint to mark its date.
In a bottle, on the bottom, in the lake, in winter,
I ship it there and throw out anchor
and watch it as it bobs.
In a place I won't remember
as soon as I remember to forget you-
I'll have shelved you
and stocked you
inventoried and packed you.
And then I'll say, 
"just where did I leave that thing, 
that heart of mine?"
And then I'll say, 
"What was that thing I remembered to forget?"
In a thought that I won't think of you
when I think enough to think again
Is where I'll banish you to.
Yes, In the that place where the lost things
stay lost.
In that place where broken pieces stay broke.
I will take you
and your soft way-
long kiss, tired eyes, weary heart.
No. No, I'm remembering again.
Infested. 
I'm infested.

Sahn
9/18/14

Thank you as always for sharing my work.

Reviews

[Clockwork]

This is one of the best writes I've read on the cafe in some time. I loved the image you crafted in the second and third lines of this poem. Those images really helped establish the idea that the speaker is trying to hide her memories of this person.

I also like how the reader can interpret the process of hiding those memories as mental (lines such as as soon as I remember to forget you-"), but also in a physical way (Lines such as "I'll have shelved you
and stocked you.")

What really struck me is how you established the return of the person at the end of the poem, and how that person seems to infest both your physical landscape, as well as your mind. Well done.

[Shannon April Alice]

thank you clockwork. impressive resume you have there on your profile. And you've the sense to be from my beloved Philly. Clockwork your profile name...wouldn't be based on the Kubrick film now would it? that would just be to...too.

[Clockwork]

Thank you Shannon. I should probably update my bio. Many things have changed since I wrote it last summer. Yes, I am from the Philadelphia area originally. You know, I've been asked about my profile name a lot, but I've never answered why I chose it. Instead of being a Clockwork Orange Reference, I chose it because I'm obsessed with time and pocket watches.

[Shannon April Alice]

i prefer that better actually, i thought that movie was very strange. you are clearly an old soul. love your writing. i am absolutely a fan.

[Clockwork]

Yes, I can't say I'm really a fan of Clockwork Orange. I can say I set the time on a pocket watch before I write or edit poems. Thank you so much for reading my work tonight. I'm glad you enjoy my work!

[Adam Whitworth]

i've been reading a lot of your poems and I like them- this one has prompted me to write you a quick line. Well done, good work, i see you strive to produce quality poetry and it looks like you're succeeding :)

[Shannon April Alice]

i sent you a message adam, forgive the delay in responding, holidays stole my attention for a while. thank you so much for reading my work, i do strive. i like to tell a story in each work... like a teeny tiny fiction book.

[the writing bear]

great poem, it is truly remarkable how great of a writer you are.
I wish I could write half the way of your work. It is again amazing stunning really.

[Shannon April Alice]

thank you writing bear...i have a lot of repetition in my work: themes, words, things that will bounce from poem to poem (for example i couldn't get rid of an empty kitchen for a bit, flannel came around a few times, lol) which some like, some don't. i enjoy telling the story...it's always a bit of a thrill when someone digs ready it.

[the writing bear]

you are great

[Troy Henson]

Quite the thought provoking piece. I often have pondered how do we let go of pain...where do we put it but will we ever forget?

Thank you

Troy

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

What a Beautiful way to let go of pain
this was quite lovely and breathtaking
I loved the first stanza's lines Lovely.


In a memory, in a postcard, in a corner, in my mind.
I tuck it there and wrap it well
old newsprint to mark its date.
In a bottle, on the bottom, in the lake, in winter,
I ship it there and throw out anchor
and watch it as it bobs.



Beautifully penned and written stanza lines
thank for sharing my sweet friend.


Blessings. Benita

[Chris]

Eloquent and real as hell...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Been a while since I saw a poem from you on my subscriptions… yep I have been there too, wanting to forget a love like it didn't exist but find myself thinking bout it way to much… very well written, clean and precise.