Captured Memory

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

We are going
to a movie
in Minneapolis.
He spoke.

Brokeback Mountain
is showing,
he grinned.

A willing mother,
surrounded by a sea
of young men,

A twinkling
In his eye —

a captured memory
in a wind of thoughts.

8 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

8 responses to “Captured Memory

  1. wonderful depiction of how presence, through memory, persists.

  2. That’s very delicately handled, Ethel. Congratulations again.

  3. Such an effective verbal snapshot of a moment; the kind that shows much that flows below the surface. This is what makes a snapshot special.

  4. Oh, those last two lines! Perfect description of the memories that whisper back to us. What was ordinary at the time becomes priceless. Beautiful, Ethel.

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