A few years ago, I met a woman who, visiting the area with her young son, was searching for information regarding her grandparents. After an extremely long conversation standing outside on a blustery cold spring day, I went home and wrote the following:
Silent white blanket
Cold hands reach up from the Earth
Icy fingers touch
Ice on the window
a pale white face, sad brown eyes
Lost in the darkness
Whispers in the wind
Voices calling from the past
Do not forget us
Bow your head, look down
shake their hands, smile, look happy
Do not show them fear
Shuffle down the street
old man who lost everything
but who lost nothing
Weeping without tears
a smile without happiness
Dying without peace
Be calm in chaos
Accept defeat with a smile
Move on without fear
Forgive not forget
Find strength in adversity
Follow your feelings
Remember the past
Forgive those of ill and woe
Let Peace be your gift
Loss, sorrow, grief, tears
items locked within the heart
to weep from the grave
Light in the darkness
Hope shimmers in the moonlight
a voice to bring peace
Time shall pass and fade
memories of life entwined
Unspoken now heard.
cki
Mar 31 2008
The mechanics of my memory are mysterious to say the least. Somehow, I have managed to remember something from a specific day for which the memory itself does not revolve around music or food. The most amazing thing is that I remember the exact date to be March 31... I thought it was two years ago, but somehow I lost a year. Anyways.... I recall that the first half or so just spilled out and the rest I wrote the next day. I hesitate to share it because it is without edit, which means... part of it I like and part of it I don't... but... I didn't think it right to change it now.
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Hmm.... I was looking at the last line from the poem and was thinking that this would be a great way to end my blog journey... but... I don't know if I am quite ready to venture off this road just yet. I suppose that I will have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.
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Hmm.... I was looking at the last line from the poem and was thinking that this would be a great way to end my blog journey... but... I don't know if I am quite ready to venture off this road just yet. I suppose that I will have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.
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2 comments:
Interesting that you see a possible time to end your blog journey in that passage and I see nothing but possibility in continuing on.
That's the beauty of writing and yes blogging...it's all open to interpretation.
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Yeah... after I wrote that bit about possibly ending, I was thinking that it could also be an indication for change. But I also had on my mind that if my blog journey were to end, perhaps I could find my voice in the real world, so to speak.
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