Name: A Portrait of Memory
Duration: P00H03M54S
Description: This poem, written and performed by Vikki (@VWC_writes on twitter) captured my interest immediately. Memory is full of half-formed snapshots, pieces of a scene. Vikki was able to put into words what memory looks like for many of us.

A Portrait of Memory

from NeurOnFire by Iambic Beats

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This poem, written and performed by Vikki (@VWC_writes on twitter) captured my interest immediately. Memory is full of half-formed snapshots, pieces of a scene. Vikki was able to put into words what memory looks like for many of us.

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We come around eventually
In the auburn light of a burnt out season
The absence of that one love
Compensated by overgrown lavender fields
A silver brook carved through time
Like someone knew what healing was needed
Ahead of our foolish bodies

The water is cool
Reflecting your finest moments
Gems scattered spontaneously in the hazy evening heat
Ripples running off to that obscure horizon
Where we cannot see past our conscience
Only hear an echo of all that came before

It sounds like warm ochre grass under bare feet
Her white linen dress skimming salt waters
Rose wine being decanted from fine crystal
While our minds ride
The violet breath of the universe

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from NeurOnFire, released July 25, 2022
Poetry written and performed by Vikki (@VWC_writes on Twitter)

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Iambic Beats Los Angeles, California

We have so many titles. A few of mine are: scientist, poet, writer, singer, mom. I like to think I live at the intersection of music and words and always asking questions. A goddamn lovely place to be.