{"id":446,"date":"2019-10-27T00:19:12","date_gmt":"2019-10-27T05:19:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mendingmisconceptions.com\/?p=446"},"modified":"2019-10-27T00:19:12","modified_gmt":"2019-10-27T05:19:12","slug":"wishing-on-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lilymordaunt.com\/?p=446","title":{"rendered":"Wishing On Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"

This poem came about from an assignment in my Poetry Workshop. We had to write a sestina<\/a>, which is a complicated French poetic form. It took a while to write, and I didn’t love it initially. But the more I worked on, and then reread it, the more it began to grow on me.<\/p>\n

For the assignment, my professor gave us a few groups of six words to choose from to be the base for this piece, the word group I chose was: place, remember, drive, blue, wish, and song.<\/p>\n

Note: While I relate to a lot of the sentiments expressed in this poem, it isn’t about me )as one of my friends thought.) The use of “I” doesn’t mean that the poet is talking about themselves.<\/p>\n

Also, I feel like the wording in some parts could be better, but I wanted to upload something since I haven’t in a while<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sometimes I sit with myself and see how much I can remember<\/p>\n

Of one situation or another. How clearly can I hear the siren song<\/p>\n

Of the sea. Or the drive,<\/p>\n

With the top down, beneath open sky, how blue<\/p>\n

It was, and I felt, thinking about my mortality. I wish<\/p>\n

I could find myself, my place.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My place.<\/p>\n

What does that mean? I remember<\/p>\n

A home: red bricks, many rooms, my brothers laughing. Sometimes, I wish<\/p>\n

I could go back there. Sunday mornings, mama singing,<\/p>\n

Her smokey voice embodying the blues.<\/p>\n

The same voice that drove<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Me away. Drove<\/p>\n

Me to this place of confusion. This place<\/p>\n

Where I am blue,<\/p>\n

The navy of a night sky. I remember<\/p>\n

Staring up at a sky like that, with my father, listening to the song<\/p>\n

Of crickets. I wish<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I could go back to that night. I wish<\/p>\n

I could breathe in that summer air. Drive<\/p>\n

Back thirty years, listen to the song<\/p>\n

Of my father’s bass wishing<\/p>\n

For a past that neither of us had known. A remembrance<\/p>\n

Told through stories, of epic battles fought up there, in that vast, mysterious blue.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cerulean,<\/p>\n

The color of my dreams. I wish<\/p>\n

I knew what my dreams were. I remember<\/p>\n

The past, but don’t know my future. I don’t have the drive<\/p>\n

For greatness that she wanted for me. I don’t even have a place<\/p>\n

To call my home. Where my heart can soar with song.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A place where I belong. Whose every creak would be a song,<\/p>\n

I could sing in my sleep. Whose azure<\/p>\n

Walls would reflect the vast potential of the ocean. Of that open sky. Of me. This would be my place.<\/p>\n

But I don’t seek it out. I just wish,<\/p>\n

On stars, airplanes, long stretches of road as I drive,<\/p>\n

Everywhere, nowhere. Thinking of death, and what happens after, and does it matter what happens now? Will it be worth it? These memories.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’m still composing my song. Figuring out my wish,<\/p>\n

Communing with the blue. Driving<\/p>\n

From place to place. Remembering.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

If you just can’t get enough of me, check out my latest vlog upload<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I’ll be back soon with more poetry, and posts and things.<\/p>\n

Till next time<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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