Memo to Mnemosyne

Dear Memory... Why can't these memories stay locked in some dark corner of the mind...

Memo to Mnemosyne

Dear Memory;

Raw thoughts of how your daughters have maltreated me would find an unsafe harbor here save for your son. He makes me live this moment with no anguish for the past, no worry for a future fast. "Be present!" is what he barks, then laughs.

But not your daughters who remind me of my weeping, wails, enough to dry me out. I thirst for gentle rains of healing from their daily dose of pain.

O Mnemosyne! Why can't these memories stay locked in some dark corner of the mind, safe from miners who would steal their gems, disturb the iron-bled shafts, exposing what was mine to hide forever?

Terpsicore has danced her melody (a tune I can't forget) while Eutrope has inked the essence of my life in words. And dear Erato smirks her knowing, makes my heart erratic with deep blushing thoughts.

Your son. Yes, he removes the grey from sky replaces black with blue and dun with yellow. He's such a cheerful fellow and he's mine, all mine! My mighty Muse of sunshine, breeze and joy who still remains unmentioned throughout history, known only to your daughters and to me; to you, he's just your beaming boy.

© Kåre Enga [164.104] (2007-juni-05)

Notes: Mnemosyne: (Greek Mνημοσύνη, IPA [nɪˈmɒzɪni] in RP and [nɪˈmɑsəni] in General American) Therefore ... 4 syllables as does Terpsichore [ˌtərpˈsɪkəri]. Euterpe and Erato are 3 syllables with the stress on the second syllable.

Links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mnemosyne
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muse

Original in "Memo to Mnemosyne."