This is a test to see how this plays on steemit. This is actually one of my all time favorite pieces I've written to date.
This particular photo is of my mamo (not me) -- she died a very long time ago. This poem is about memory, any and all memory, not just for my mamo. I think this image in the crystal ball (bubble) fits well here.
https://soundcloud.com/niish-ka/repente-amissis-dolor
Repente Amissis Dolor
Moments swim around like bubbles
pushing to the surface,
tiny
tickling
worlds in memory,
how I become heavy
as they push past,
sparkling lights
lifting away.
If I could touch one
and possess it again,
convince it that it was mine
and pull it back in,
breathe it.
Bathing light,
stay for a moment more
before joining the sea
of effervescent lives lived
pushing ever to the surface
away from the density of matter
sinking downward like clay.
If I could find you again…
