Dernière mise à jour : 17 nov. 2018
A jar with a familiar chequered lid
has sat on the desk to become a bid
How long will it remain untouched?
How long will it remain sealed?
Wondering whether its content
will ever recover so to ferment
whether amidst the pain and strife
the Past could be brought back to life
The dryness of its obsolete state
preserving what it used to create
like a loving memory graved in one’s mind
playing time and again to unwind
Could goodness from the past
live on so its brokenness to outlast
when in a dark cupboard kept away
so to be resurrected one day
But what kind of nature, when in oblivion,
could be reduced to a lifeless phenomenon?
Manasseh will recover its essence eventually
a revived sourdough starter so to be
while personally forgetting is an impossibility
I cannot help but ask about you and me
NDLR: L'auteure de ce poème médite à partir d'un pot de levain laissé à l'abandon sur la possibilité des choses du passé à renaître de leurs cendres.