Poem Hunter
IOI (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)


Poem By ivor or ivor.e hogg

I strain my eyes, peer through the clinging mist
My mind can conjure up strange fantasies
surrealistic unrealities
I know are not real, but they still persist.
Perhaps in fact somewhere they do exist.
false copies of forgotten memories
arising when and how they please.
They have a power I cannot resist..

Sometimes I comprehend the scenes I see
and other times I do not understand.
Impressions pass me by so speedily
Their rate of progress I cannot command.
I sense a strange familiarity
With things I glimpse impressionistically.

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Comments (3)

Hi Ivor! Your mind conjures up the best writes though! *10 *! ! Thad
I really like this one. I can understand it perfectly.
Good poems like yours causes me to squint at some of the memories that pop up into my head. Sometimes it's like a pinball. Sometimes there is that 'strange familiarity/With things I glimpase impressionistically.' An example is my poem 'Spent My Youth in an Alley.' Thanks for the reminder to keep glimpsing. Tom