Your voice
comes alive
from the scrawled message
telling me you will be late
that your library books are out of date
and you will pop into the supermarket
& get some fresh orange juice
and oh...could I feed the cat
if it has come back!
You tell me you love me
amidst a flurry of X's.
I remember this
as if it were only yesterday
and it is only yesterday
...twenty years ago.
The Past attempts to
assassinate me
leaping Ninja like
from forgotten books
killing me with yellow post-it notes.
*******
A THOUSAND YEARS OF SOLITUDE
Your copy of
A THOUSAND YEARS OF SOLITUDE
lies exhausted
on the bed
as if it were a seabird
driven by a storm
& fallen into
our human domain
as driftwood...driftwood.
I stick yellow
Post It Notes
on every object
our humanity takes for granted
door
window
ceiling
floor
until I
have pinned down
the space whe live in
...ooh the winds of forgetfulnes!
Soon the room
flutters & dances in the breeze
ablaze with yellow.
I try to pin
the words
Love
...& Hope?
on the invisible air
but they refuse to stay there
...their meaning forgotten now
...already.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/assassination-by-yellow-post-it-notes/
