Ashen in my mind

The lake is blue, as my eye

But I cannot see

Steel, denim or navy?

I have seen the cobalt water

But it is grey in my mind

I remember the rush and the roar

The crowd; the agony and ecstasy

Shouts, chants and cries

But I don’t see them now

The golden moments scored from my mind

I can see the school building

The vast field, trees and sky

Red, white and black streaks of uniformity

But their faces are a blur

Gone from my mind

I remember the first time

The touch of the skin

The heat of her body

But her aspect passes by

A silhouette in my mind

I am the sum of my experiences

I remember the thoughts

And the feelings

But the sights that I have seen;

Ashen in my mind.

This poem is a reference to my general inability to visualise my memories very well; probably a primary motivater for my budding interest in photography. in my eye