“Unlocking the Secrets of the Mind: Roy Pullam’s Poetic Journey Through Forgotten Memories”
As I journey through the corridors of memory, I can’t help but ponder—how much do faces really change over time? Like antique photos rediscovered in an attic, our reflections tell stories of growth, loss, and the subtle but profound shift from youthful exuberance to the weighty responsibilities of adulthood. In this evocative poem, the speaker confronts the striking evolution from the innocence of thirteen to the complexities of forty, and the deeply felt yearning for connection amidst the gentle erosion of time. It grapples with the bittersweet nostalgia that accompanies life’s relentless march, capturing the tensions and transitions we all navigate. Isn’t it fascinating how the very people who once shaped our youthful landscapes can sometimes slip into the haze of anonymity? Join me as we dive into the emotional tapestry of remembering, forgetting, and the lingering dust of our pasts. For those who want to explore the full depth of this poignant piece, LEARN MORE.
Your face has changed
From 13 to 40
You have filled
The demand of adulthood
I look with the slight memory
A faint recognition
But I am afraid
To speculate
To put my finger
On the roll
To place you
In my past
I know it hurts
That you are anonymous
That years of pimpled faces
Of kids eager
To get beyond
The clumsy
To claim their place
Among what they think
Is independence
Only to find
The bind tighter
Jobs, children, husbands
Commitments
That blacken your calendar
Now I face your disappointment
That during the best
During the worst
Years of your life
You can find no register
In my blank stare
I feel guilty
Not remembering
But time
Erased so much
Like the erasers
On my blackboard
And I am left
With just the yellow dust
The powder
Of times past
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