A poem for all those whose memory isn’t what it used to be…like me 🙂
I lost six months today.
November a year ago
seemed like May.
Where could I put
a large slice of life?
In the refrigerator
or cabinet with the spice…
What has become
of my mind…oh my
I think, I think,
I’m gonna die!
But if I die
would I know it then?
Or would it be packed
in some Christmas tin
placed way back
on a cabinet shelf
hidden away
from my own self.
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 
I can relate to that feeling put forth so simply and yet so effectively. The conclusion is humourous even if terrifying. It would be terrible to linger around ones’s memories, unable to unravel any of it, even after the Oblivion.
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I agree it would be terrifying. But i do love the humor, joy and even sadness in memories lost and then found.
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And I had to come read your poem. Beautiful. I am a poet also. Your Slip of the Mind title tantalized me, and then the poem itself was so close to every human because we are all going to be there. With age comes a slip of the mind. Loved the ending. Thanks. I know I’m not alone.
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Thank you for reading and for such lovely comments. I’ll have to sign up to receive your posts.
Oh, you are certainly not alone! Now, whether you remember that or not… 🙂
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