Martha Cinader

What

What

the mirror reflects
a broken sculpture
mended
with sticky memories.
i see it’s wrong
no, it’s right
no, it’s just light.

to-Then

to Then
i am God in my head,
directing with dread.
humidity oppresses me with memory.
rain washes away pain.
thunderstorms are the norm
until i say sunshine.
these thoughts are mine.
but, who am i, Then?

to Memory

to Memory

a cat on a roof,
aloof,
a trickster, a hipster
posing at nosing
the proof.

Note to Memory

Note to Memory

i sail your sea,
navigating joy
and misery.
you’re here
but you’re gone,
touching me
and moving on.

Present Tense Noted

Present Tense Noted

There’s no gain in holding pain.
Memories living in your head
should be Dead.
Thoughts and oughts aren’t Real.
How You Feel is Now.

A Note in Time

A note in Time

you were offbeat
with a sweet tone
and perfect pitch
now you’re played
wafting in memory’s wind
A note in Time

you were offbeat
with a sweet tone
and perfect pitch
now you’re played
wafting in memory’s wind
A note in Time

you were offbeat
with a sweet tone
and perfect pitch
now you’re played
wafting in memory’s wind
A note in Time

you were offbeat
with a sweet tone
and perfect pitch
now you’re played
wafting in memory’s wind

Memory and Perception

what i remember

is my perception
of what was
happening
and what happened
before what was
happening
and what happened Continue reading →

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