Four Very Short Poems: Memory,Fragment 1,2, and Pride by Teresita Blanco

 Four Very Short Poems: Memory,Fragment 1,2, and Pride by Teresita Blanco

Editor's Note: I am of the belief, that it is never good to waste a good Poem. Even a small fragment has merit, if it rhymes. Then again, not all poems have to rhyme. I should try to write a Haiku or something. Perhaps a sonnet. However, I find that I limit myself if I go crazy about the form. As for Rhythm, that is the corner stone of most poems. Now to tell you a bit of these new poems. Mnemosyne is the muse of Memory. She is unreliable, like our true memory. Oblivion is a fancy word I picked up 10 years ago. I been enamored with it for years.  

Fragment 1 is based on a Presidential speech by the last President of Mexico. He said, "We are at the edge of the abyss, We must take a step forward". Funny that taking a step forward at the edge of the abyss spells death. Fragment 2 is part of the depressing lot. As for my Pride poem, I wanted to write it about a very proud person I made up. It came out pretty decent. I like the "ion" rhyming words. There are like a billion words that end in "ion". The tragedy is that many are too long. With this small introduction, I give you four very short poems. I hope you like them a lot or a little bit. Oh, and Mama told me to tone down on the whole "hell" thing.

Memory short poem

by Teresita Blanco

The well of Mnemosyne has dried up.

Beneath its empty bellows

Lies the oblivion I failed to find. 

Fragment 1

by Teresita Blanco

I see them walking

With confidence

To the open mouth.

The pit, the pit.

IT calls!!

“Come, Come”,

it calls!

 

Fragment 2

by Teresita Blanco

I cannot stand myself,

Even my own shadow

Is repugnant to me.

The life I led

Has my heart

Cold, ashen.

Pride 

 by Teresita Blanco

Perfection, Damnation,

This is our conversation.

Look at me!!

Recoil from me,

But do not turn from me!

Your self possessing pride

Has blinded you!

So now bend low,

Then you’ll know.

The path that lies before you.

 
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