This is a poem which came to me after 2-3 days of poetic inactivity, and I can’t vouch for its quality, though I hope it passes muster. There is a rather transparent metaphorical reference to a certain public official in the phrase “scoff-law in office,” but considering the things he’s signed so far, they are, as Hamlet put it, “custom[s]/More honor’d in the breach than the observance.” Therefore, the metaphor is simply one drawn from our times; I’m not complaining that the executive orders haven’t been carried out, which considering most of them would be a distinct improvement. The poem, of course, as a whole has only general applications to the way people remember, and is not intended to be political at all.
Memory Memory Is a funny thing It restores what We've never had; It makes us dreams, Wild approximations Of our daily life So that we see strange symbols At night And yet, we know, if we think How to read the starry graphs That turn up When our faces are pressed Into our pillows, Non-cognizant, One would have said. Memory Makes us hate our foes All the more For remembering their depredations From before, It presents us to ourselves As weak victims Or mistaken aggressors, Neither in the middle Nor moderate, Though we think, perhaps, That we exaggerate. Memory Dances with our ambitions And keeps track Of the one-two-three step To reassure us That we really are not great dancers, But need the loud count Like everyone else. And last, Memory purges us Of our opportunities To forget Pains and hardships, For of course Our early warning systems Are necessary and vital To our well-being. All in all, Memory is a scoff-law in office, Who signs papers It doesn't abide by, And creates havoc Just when we have restored Order. But to create order Without the orb and scepter Of remembrance Never mind The fell instances of memory, Would be impossible. So, we tolerate the demon markers Of the individual instance For the sake of the overall picture. God grant us That the whole come true and right Before we tuck us Further into night. ©Victoria Leigh Bennett, 1/30/17
That’s all for now. Though I’ve knocked off for the last three days (after all, housework and chores have to be done too!), it’s good to feel back in the swing of things. Shadowoperator