Monday, December 16, 2013

Oblivion

Oblivion is a place
where no one tells stories.

All things forgotten
cease to exist.

This house is just a house.
This man on the mirror is just a man.

By holding my hand
you teach me a memory.

Let us write poems that
shall outlive us.
Posted by at
Labels: ,

8 comments:

  1. Vandana Sharma12/17/2013

    nice thoughts

    ReplyDelete
  2. Kerry O'Connor12/17/2013

    Ah, Kenia, I am so happy to see you have shared a poem with us on RT. It has been so long. I always love poems about writing poems - a kind of box within a box. Each couplet contains a beautiful and profound thought.

    By holding my hand
    you teach me a memory...

    Just amazing poetry.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Sumana Roy12/17/2013

    'By holding my hand
    you teach me a memory. '......what a wonderful moment to keep in heart.....great lines...

    ReplyDelete
  4. Jinksy12/17/2013

    Here's to poems that outlast us all... :)

    ReplyDelete
  5. revelations12/17/2013

    By holding my hand
    you teach me a memory.


    great line....

    ReplyDelete
  6. Fireblossom12/17/2013

    Yes, let's keep oblivion at bay.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Kay L. Davies12/17/2013

    Kenia, how nice to see you again. I enjoyed your point of view about poems very much, and I agree.
    K

    ReplyDelete
  8. Marian12/19/2013

    so great to see you, Kenia! xo

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)