Struck by a Touch of Amnesia

that sky I see

this summer evening

does not know what occupies

the mind

yet, understands the melancholic


its virgin blue delights the eyes

though triggers memories

in the head

moments made in childhood

reality and dream

seen as day and night

in white and black

always knowing there was something


like the colours of the rainbow

or the seeds of possibility

even if some are left to drift

left stranded

these thoughts echo

still echo in the hall of memory

memory talking to the soul

“Is there anyone there?”

on a summer’s evening

struck by a touch of amnesia


Thatcher Doran

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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