The Forest of my Forgetting


I remember when I watched you sleeping and now
I would like to watch you sleeping I would
like to place my hand on your chest
and feel your heart beating I would

like to fold your sudden ending over my head
like a blanket and walk with you
through the forest of my forgetting I would
like to offer a spell to protect you

and a piece of my heart to keep with you I would
like to lay a circle of small stones
sprinkled with wild raspberry seeds and crossed
with brittle twigs from a fallen tamarack
as a compass to guide you home I would

like you to know how much you meant to me
when we were young
and that I still think about you now

This poem was published in the May 2024 issue of Bywords, Ottawa’s online poetry publication.

Music pairing: This exquisite live performance of “Love Song” by Bruce Cockburn brings me back to those times.

Image: Tamarack branch adapted by Diane Perazzo

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12 Comments

  1. Peace to You, Diane. A beautiful tribute to a very special person. I feel you’re remembering someone who was close to you; a child you grew up with, a sibling, a lost love, or the loss of love. They’re still with you.

  2. Another precious poem of yours, dear Diane, that resonated deeply with me. So tender and powerful at the same time.

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