Memories
Dance like
Pretty butterflies, fleeting,
Just out of reach -
Tantalizing
Treasured
Photographic memories
Reduced to graffiti
Etched by impetuous light -
Meaningless
Reality
Now fragmented;
Well-defined lines
Between fact and fiction
Blurred
Soul
Lost in
The labyrinth of
Tangled impressions, intangible expressions -
Chaotic
Wandering
Down the memory lane
Encroached by dementia
Bold steps
Falter
Time
Spares none:
A black hole
Vacuum-pulling all into
Oblivion
Dance like
Pretty butterflies, fleeting,
Just out of reach -
Tantalizing
Treasured
Photographic memories
Reduced to graffiti
Etched by impetuous light -
Meaningless
Reality
Now fragmented;
Well-defined lines
Between fact and fiction
Blurred
Soul
Lost in
The labyrinth of
Tangled impressions, intangible expressions -
Chaotic
Wandering
Down the memory lane
Encroached by dementia
Bold steps
Falter
Time
Spares none:
A black hole
Vacuum-pulling all into
Oblivion
Written during the English Versification competition of the sub-district Youth Festival for the theme "Down the Memory Lane." My grandfather turned out to be the source of inspiration yet again, so you might recognize a few lines from my poem Moirae, which I "borrowed" when I couldn't come up with anything more suitable. All stanzas are in Elfje form, except for the penultimate one which is an inverted Elfje (1-4-3-2-1)
EDIT 22-11-12: I won the second place for the poem! :)
