The Compression of Time

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Lifetimes lived in seconds on a never-ending clock.
Timewarp through faces and moments —

first kiss,
leaving home,
finding love,
losing friends,
building life —
the wild ways unfold…

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So fleeting.

Memories overlap now as the years compound.
I hear the sound
of time collapsing in echoes across the water
until there is nothing but a hole in the ground.

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©2013, Jen Payne
Image courtesy of junussyndicate on deviantART.

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The Tenacity of Inspiration

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Tell me! Tell me!

Where do stories come from?
How do they suddenly appear like this?
Rattling doors and windows,
demanding to be let in —
this storm surge of memory —

Tell me! Tell me!

It’s my turn now!
Like a petulant child,
stomping her feet —
dogged and determined —
she must get her way.

Tell me! Tell me!

And all the muses conspire,
send whispers on winds,
signs in dreams,
coincidence and happenstance.
NOW!

Tell me! Tell me!

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Poem ©2013, Jen Payne
IMAGE: Head Bombarded with Grains of Wheat (Particle Head Over the Village of Cadaques) – Salvador Dali, 1954

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Losing Face

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I don’t know that face,
even though
it seeped

into

my

skin

lives ago and
peers out at
me often
through
curtains of
dreams.

How can it be
I don’t know you
anymore?

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©2013, Jen Payne
IMAGE: The Face of Genius, Rene Magritte

Sensory Memory

The cracker
in cellophane
from the diner
tastes like age eleven,
and I think of her—
“Grammy” —
sitting next to me
dunking Saltines into
Salada tea with
milk and sugar.
I hear the chirp
of her hearing aid,
smell Vicks
and Vasoline,
feel the softness
of her cheek
against my lips.

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©2013, Jen Payne