Things get stuck in my mind,
dates, places, trivia.
It was useful as a student,
less so as a husband.
Never forgot an anniversary
or a birthday or a lie.
Every time she said “no”,
I heard “never”.
I wish my memory were a fertile
field that could be watered
and weeded. Instead it’s a cemetery,
with every betrayal chiseled.
I could forgive but not…
Today’s Prompt: Reflect on the concept of memory and its impact on our lives.
For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt: Write a “(blank) of the Heart” poem, and/or… Write a “Heart of the (blank)” poem.
I’m also very proud to announce and a new poem of my has been published at MasticadoresUSA. You might think Cassandra is related to today’s poem. And you might be right.
I like the vulnerability in this poem. Congratulations on your publication.
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Thank you, Lisa. Is vulnerability just a synonym for TMI?
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Not in my book. But you know that I use a different dictionary.
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Indeed!
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Memories are chiseled into our hearts … that’s what happens to the heart …
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I guess my heart was already stone before the first memories were carved there.
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Like a rock …
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Presently – I’m working on letting go. A GOOD THING.
Even if a person finds it hard to forgive or forget – just - let it go.
LIVE.
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It’s easier said than done for some of us.
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You can include me in the ‘some of us’. It took a very hard up-heaval to make me work on this – I had to – I did – I am doing so. It is hard – but – the alternative, ultimately, is harder to live with. Just my view……
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For that matter – that could make your memory a fertile field ready for new growth.
That’s fuckin’ profound!
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Plenty of things stuck in my mind, but mostly the reverse–guilt. In the end I suppose it’s the same thing. What’s done is done from both sides. (K)
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Reverse-guilt? Like feeling guilty about not forgiving and forgetting?
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Sorry I was unclear. I meant I feel guilty for things I’ve done to others as opposed to being angry about what others have done to me.
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No need to apologize! Now I understand.
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Rumour has it that it gets better with time. Heard that flowers do grow in between the concrete cracks.
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Can confirm. I probably should’ve waited until the second half of my life to get married.
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Oh no! That would’ve meant learning that same lesson only then. No, Mr Barker, the universe is too smart to make any mistakes. Plus it would’ve meant not seeing this piece right here. Now THAT would be tragedy.
Cheer up!
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Thanks you, Haze! It’s true that I’d be a very different poet if I hadn’t had a couple of wives beforehand.
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Ouch.
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Yeah…
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I love the line “everytime she said no, I heard never.” Well done.
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Thank you, Professor. That’s probably the truest part of this poem.
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great
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Thanks. Glad you liked it.
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