eventually, you will reach the point
where there aren't even memories
just memories of memories
of things that seemed so important at the time
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This is so true, Cia. I'm really happy to see that it's not just me obsessing over people and situations that later on seem so small and so not worthy of my feelings or my energy. You really spoke my mind with this one. CeCe
Absolutely brilliant in it's twist, catching you by surprise! ! Great! xxElysabeth
There is something very Zen about this piece, and yet it has a melancholic edge which humanizes it and enriches its emotional impact. You have an uncanny knack of conveying truth in the fewest possible words. Quite a gift. Perhaps you knew Confucius in another lifetime? love, Allie xxxx
Cia, this is a great poem. Memories tend to lie dormant and only surface when you least expect them to. They may seem to have been dismissed, but they are still there. This is a great write. Top marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David
Yes, they are important. That is what gives you great stuff to write poems about. Keep writing. I enjoy reading your keen and clever poetry.
Short and sweet, yet it still says a lot. That's what makes a great poet! -Michael
DEmentia is my greatest fear.To lose even memories of who I am and exist trapped in a decaying body mindless is my idea of hell
Hey you, if life matters! Yeah, you're right though, and the prospect terrifies me. They are some of the finest things I possess, and when that stage is reached -and it will be - then it will be a sorry time - but I might be too dumb to care then! ! This is a bottomless pit of a poem Cia, and insightful and poetic as always. xx jim
Very insightful. Nature has an amazing way of healing the human heart. :)
A little gem of wisdom... I absolutely hope that you are right. t x
Mmmmm, agreed - when the memories become more important than what actually happened we enter a kind of confectioner's eternity, with icing on the bits special to us which others wouldn't remember at all, or perhaps as something ordinary. Bad memories, of course, are something else, & also something the same, becoming part of th enegative muzak in our heads.... bravo!