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that your library books are out of date 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