By Brandon Marlon

Lost Words

Oftentimes it takes an infantry of letters
to cope with or counter the onslaught
of experience, else a passel of words
to embed moments in the mind’s amber.

Psalmists scribe and bards rhapsodize
effable variants of the latent,
artfully limning realia’s contours
with imagery calibrated to abide.

Lyricists enshrine with flair
thought, emotion, yearning, dream,
till somehow they seem to reify then ramify
across the artifices of space and time.

Plumbing the depths with aplomb,
wordsmiths of insight indite indelible
verses in our collective ledger,
solacing the crestfallen still to come.

Lest we forget, mnemonic anodynes
restore us to ourselves, fomenting
remembrance and healing, buttressing spirits,
transmitting intimacies between fellow travelers.

Brandon Marlon is a writer from Ottawa, Canada. He received his B.A. in Drama & English from the University of Toronto and his M.A. in English from the University of Victoria. 
His poetry was awarded the Harry Hoyt Lacey Prize in Poetry (Fall 2015), and his writing has been published in 200+ publications in 27 countries.

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