A Remembrance

... And as the memories of our time together shatter my reality, I am left to ponder the meaning of tragedy. Was it not a splendorous victory that our hearts pounded furiously in perfect harmony, or was it that such perfect synthesis was against the very nature of this world? I know now that the hero is doomed, no matter the trials and tribulations he braves; for the glorious triumph of love so true can never be anything more than just a whisper upon lovers' hopeful lips, torn apart by the unmerciful scorn that is fate. Now, as the looking glass cracks and shatters to the floor, I am left with only fragments of a resplendent dream, vainly telling of a boundless love that was cherished so dearly, once upon a time...

Reviews

[gwendolyn]

Loved it. Personally I like short poems because being able to say it all with so few words makes the reader always wish there was more. I can't help but find myself looking back into my own life because your wording allows for anyone to put themselves in your poem. I like the way you explained love as being almost like a moment in your life, however long, we all know it goes away. Love is carried through each day with hope like you said. I'm glad you were personal, because within the honest emotions, a rawness of darkness is shown. Well done.

[Arcus]

Thank you very much. I'm very glad that you enjoyed it. :)

[Sam Sin Sepultura]

Beautifully worded, sir. You are a fine poet, indeed :3 I rate this 100!

[Arcus]

Thank you so very much, my friend! :)

[Sam]

Oh wow.... my heart aches with this poem. It is wonderful how you tell so much so few words. It was gripping to say the least. I am speechless it was that great. Thank you for sharing I will be reading more of your poems soon.

[LadyRosaline]

oh very nice..
I am left to ponder the meaning of tragedy
I know now that the hero is doomed, no matter the trials and tribulations he braves;


When we consider a famous tragedy, take Shakespeare’s “The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark,” for instance, we know that Hamlet is a dead man walking, whose death is simply a matter of “how”. The word “tragedy” implies death, but inverted tragedy, on the other hand, implies life. Tragic life, the travesties of which (these are numerous) make death seem a blessing by comparison and the hero’s fall is un-catastrophic. Imagine if Hamlet had continued living, now that would have been a tragedy—an inverted tragedy- a never ending continuation of our hero grunting and sweating through the whips and scorns of time under a weary life— hence an inverted tragedy.

You are good..
very good..
indeed..

[Arcus]

Thank you very much. :) Your review was very nice. :)

[LadyRosaline]

:) your welcome

[Mick November]

This expresses a lot. Is this from experience? I ask because it really hit home for me. One of the striking thoughts I came away with is that when a person is in love they think that pain is temporary and glory is forever, but when the relationship runs its course we realize that while pain is temporary glory is fleeting.

Good job - Mick

[Arcus]

Yes. This stems from my greatest failure I have so far faced in life. It's been three years, and it still pains me as harshly as it did that night, so long ago. But, because of it, I now have my infinite muse. She will always remain with me, because I will never stop dreaming.

[Decanter Red]

It's short but sounded so bittersweet...

I just want to enjoy this piece and imagine this recited in a soft whisper...no major comment but to say how much I find this alluring... :)

[Arcus]

Thank you very much. This is a more personal piece, although all of my writing is personal. Haha. A broken heart never truly heals, you see...

[Decanter Red]

Indeed, mine was broken once, mended but grew wiser haha...