Would that...

[tectak]

If my memory formed a keen apex,Wheels on fire. Rolling down the road. Ah yes...those were the days. Julie Driscoll, if my memory serves me well. And the point? Well, this does have a nice variation in meter which cries out for a musical frame. The "if" word is topical at the moment on this site....no idea why....but I lament this construct. The if if if is iffy. It CAN be made to work by careful attention to the answer to the implied question. See Rudyard Kipling. Any other route than a commited journey to a pre-conceived end tends to get the writer, and thence the reader, lost along the way. I think that this has happened here. You have some pseudo-important wordy lines which indicate that you are seeing your poetic images through the lens of camera; pinhole/colour seep/angle indicate this sub-thinking, but then you shy away from the analogy, away from the metaphor. This could be a great stanza but, to continue the analogy, the film is fogged. I confess that I am not sure of the away/toward conflict. I would be happier with one or the other. It is cryptic in the extreme. Similarly, seeping, a fluid effusion, does not easily translate into the image of bold lines. Then we are left with the question....how many if's need to be granted fulfilment for you to get on with it and write your history....are these IFs inclusive or exclusive? We do not know. Help needed here, please.
if a single pinhole revealed
my life as a constant slope toward
or angle away from
that moment…
if, with a little pressure,
the rich color would seep out in bold lines,
I would write my history.

But there are no straight lines, ...and now it is hard to imagine how you can get a jagged point without a straight line. I could understand:
"(But?) there are no straight lines,
there are no jagged points.
My history is a waxy, childish smear
in calico brown". The "but" is redundant and at the same time pre-emptive of nothing that has gone on before...no one said that there was a possibility of straight lines.
the points are jagged
and my history is a waxy childish smear
in calico brown.

Overall this is a bit of burst-verse. The kind of encapsulated thinking that we all get now and then. You were wise but brave to post it in this form, on this site, in this forum. The piece needs a good coat of looking at....matt finish rather than high gloss. It doesn't need much to get it to sing, thematically at least. It does NEED a title; but wait until it is finished with. If you MUST name it, call it " Still Life Portrait"
Best,
tectak[/b]