I write about the past, cobbling together the dusty stories of a time you can lay hands on to shake memories loose like branches of all the trees you know are out there but whose names you forget in the shaking that comes with the first waking before dreams disappear in an aching heart quivering with fear. I write about the future on the day it will collapse into memories and tears while history limps on stumbling over the bodies of the dead, supported only between the shoulders of the wounded the blackness of it tattooed on my brain and spreading like a cobweb across a window
Possibilities remain in all of us, in me, too, Patris. I’ve always believed in those words from Semisonic’s song, Closing Time, “every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.”
I like the juxtaposition of future vs past and how they are so closely connected. The mood is dark here, Paul and I’m holding that darkness as I contemplate your words. Thank you for this.
Words are difficult to find with this one. I have empathy for the deep grief in this poem, for I imagine you write from your own heart as all the rest of us do.
Thanks for the share, @Diane K24
Thankful to the amazing @The Starfire Codes for sharing this—Thank you, Demi!
Grateful to @Dave pearen for the restack!
Thank you for sharing this, @rena
You’re a soldier I think, a veteran of past battles, readying yourself for what’s to come (for all of us, everywhere, known as living).
Still, there’s that seed of possibilities, stubbornly remaining within us, that I recognize in you.
You could not write this beautifully without it.
Possibilities remain in all of us, in me, too, Patris. I’ve always believed in those words from Semisonic’s song, Closing Time, “every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.”
Taking your hand. You’re not alone.
Gripping hand—Thank You!
I like the juxtaposition of future vs past and how they are so closely connected. The mood is dark here, Paul and I’m holding that darkness as I contemplate your words. Thank you for this.
We are always at that point between both, Steve, and the choices we make in these moments may well define both.
Interesting to think about how we really have no control over anything except our choices for the most part.
I appreciate the imagery you used here.
Thank you, Monica
It’s all about subject matter!
Timeless, timely words , Paul.
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Kevin
Enjoying your post. Thank you so much for sharing.
Thank you for stopping by to read and comment, Edith 😊
I cried.
Hugs, Gloria
Hugs, back.
Thank you so much, Gloria
Words are difficult to find with this one. I have empathy for the deep grief in this poem, for I imagine you write from your own heart as all the rest of us do.
Thank you for sharing this, @Cynthia Verdell
Thanks to @Susan Marie Mason for the restack, I‘m grateful
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