"Follow me, and do not be led astray"
With back arched and tongue
In my general direction.
"Lead, and I'll not be far behind"
With fool's hope and heart
Open to all possibility
Of you and I.
Oh, that I were able to turn back time
(But not like Cher, even though that was
It took me many mournful months
To come to terms
With the way you the waylaid the wayward ways
Our tender summer, now bitter hiver.
That stunted month
Runt to Mighty August,
"Once more into the jaws of hell"
I thought to myself
Like some modern-day Orpheus
Or another unlucky fool
Laid down in tales of times gone by.
You blinked once, twice
But not a third time
Scissors, dangling as did Delila's
My hair, not cropped
But still not long for this world.
Gripping his lyre,
Ridding the past of its poison.
Lain, pieces cast
Like chicken bones after a feast
The final words to escape from
"Do you believe in life
The Whispers of Memory is the name of the two-man poetry collective comprising Gary Rhodes and Calvin Brooke. Part daily journal, part cathartic self-expression, the pair seek to chronicle their lives using the written word, from the fantastic to the mundane.