memoir

history lessons

on every corner

shadows

along the corridor

echos

         what were their names

better to remain

between dishes and duty

than ignite a roaming candlestick

we almost died

of broken hearts

Reviews

[EileenMarie]

That place sounds familiar. Before my divorce. Life's choices aren't always easy to make. Nice write.

[Ed Hart]

the things we can do with a life, and how much of it can seem like a sad comic book...thanks for your response...

[Norman 223]

History is continually being discredited, which implies that the roaming candlestick illuminates nothing but a flicker of transient shadows.

[Ed Hart]

'tis true...personal history can be a weight, recall it or not

[...]

This feels war. Could be on the outside, but, it feels like it's on the inside. A very deep sadness, rising sorrow to my throat, Ed

[Ed Hart]

domestic warfare, for sure

[Corset]

bah, what's in a name anyway, what matters is how they impacted your life in a positive manner.

[Ed Hart]

positively! (ulti-mately)...i'm such a bad boy

[Corset]

are you? I wouldn't know.

[Ed Hart]

not really, i'm just a sack of words

[Corset]

lol, well we all to to sack at something

[boblakin]

'What were their names,' indeed.

It also puts me in mind of my old maths teacher in the days knocking a few heads together wasn't a criminal offence.

I never did learn much, except how to duck.

[Ed Hart]

i had to repeat the third grade because when the teacher took me to the cloakroom to administer a few good swats with the blackboard pointer, i took it away from her and returned the favor...i wish i'd learned to duck...thanks for stopping by bob

[Philip Muls]

Shadows and echoes, pain of the past. You capture this very well.

We're alive but we almost died of broken hearts. Great work.

[Ed Hart]

Nice to meet you Phillip

[M. Shepherd]

This contains in so few words the wistful and fragmented remnants of past lives and how they remain - is there such thing as closure without erasure? An eternal sunshine of the spotless mind scenario is so enticing sometimes. I'm talking like I'm not still young and stupid and reckless, as on a quest to break my own damn heart as many times as possible, turn it to scar tissue and callous - but you've brought me so far so thoroughly I feel my past lives adding up. Shots of espresso your work is, Ed.

[Ed Hart]

the only meaning for closure i know is 'don't do the same thing again', amen...and, i might add, 'wisdom is made of scar tissue'

[Donald Meikle]

Dishes and duty and baskets to carry oh and a Valentines day card

[Ed Hart]

yes and yes, finally...thank you Donald

[h d e rushin]

the magic continues.....dana

[Ed Hart]

like you, i just report the facts...thank you dana

[SkinlessFrank]

this is lovely in its introspection and shades of guilt...though it makes me want to seek out a hole to crawl into, or least something for the head

[Ed Hart]

we invented a world that doesn't exist, and got lost in it, and now everyone has opinions unto death...it was morality and idealism that undid us...the hunter-gatherers were too busy hunting and gathering and drawing pictures of important things...