“Diffused into scattered memories of feelings that once walked hand in hand into a tomb of destiny” ... we all must face this fate. Perhaps it is best to let destiny rest. A poem that touched my soul. truly, Pat
This hits close to home... I'm not very good at granting access to my "tomb..." still haven't mastered reaching that deep and being that honest as a writer. It's just way too vulnerable of a feeling for me. Excellent piece as usual!
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
it's often hard to reach that deep, Travis...
thank you for your words,
j.
I love the way your words conjure up those old dusty inklings that are better off forgotten deep inside an unvisited tomb. But no, we can't leave it alone, can we? (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
And what happens when the tomb is opened again, a puff of dust, the familiar lilt of the head, purse of the lips. It may be best to go with the curse rather than the blessing at that point. This was really cool. Dug it instantly.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
good question...and it may be best to go with the curse...i think you are right there.
.. read moregood question...and it may be best to go with the curse...i think you are right there.
In a lifetime of three score year and ten, the heart on average will beat almost 3 billion times; no matter how deep the cut, we should be ever grateful for its healing powers; though in the moment, we are often not.
Beccy.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
i am definitely grateful for its healing power.
thank you for your words, Beccy.
j.
I am curious about the second line. It throws me off.
It doesn't feel like it fits.
The rest flows.
Jon
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you for pointing that out---was a typo with the "of"---yes awkward...smoothed it out now-- read morethank you for pointing that out---was a typo with the "of"---yes awkward...smoothed it out now--
appreciate the catch.
yes, thanks...it sounded good to me the way i had it, originally....but after getting away from it a.. read moreyes, thanks...it sounded good to me the way i had it, originally....but after getting away from it awhile...the Of and the From...a bit of an awkward pair, really disturbs the rhythm...
we are not so good as our own editors..and i count on others on this site to let me know when something isn't working right..
thanks again.
j.
6 Years Ago
It is what we are here for.
How else do we learn to write?
Jon
Your poem brought me an image that Im really intombed somewhere...that this me is not the real me and my heart in lying in the dark. I can hear it beat and is flooding my memories in love but they dont come all the way to the surface...dont follow through. Maybe its like that stellar line ...they all shed plastic tears...
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you for sharing how you relate to this piece, Queenie...
The older we get the more stitches we receive from emotional wounds. And the more stitched we have the more likely some of them will reopen at some point.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..