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Offline mickward

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Echo’s of memories best forgotten
« on: June 07, 2006, 10:49:04 AM »



Just like the stars at dawn, memories fade over time,
but strong memories return to haunt the caverns of the mind.
Ghosts of mates and dates. Spirits of faces, races and far-flung places,
Improbable schools, impossible rules,
Black gowned wise men and acne speckled fools.
Long sweaty book working days,
Blended with sly, schoolboy shirking ways.
These memories appear as surely as the rising sun,
Burning into my thoughts like the bullet from a gun.
I cannot nor even wish to erase my first kiss so clumsy yet sweet,
My first fumbles under a school skirt still make my heart swiftly beat.
But the nightmare of the bully’s fist still brings me pain,
My blood mingled tears flowing like scarlet rain.
Long lost loves no more than glittering prizes, still make me wonder,
Why my world at that time felt so split asunder.

School and I once wed for a decade, were soon to cut ties,
Our amicable divorce sharing the custody of our secrets and lies.
Work instead would fill my time,
Sweat for money and muscular pain for monetary gain.
The eternal cycle of labour and sleep devour each day and night,
But such tedium was not putting the world to right.
I wanted purpose and craved for needs that money could not acquire,
I yearned for love, for lust and desire.
An urge to feel needed at home by the fire.
So like many before I searched for a spouse,
To share my life, my bed, my house.
At last a wife I found and to whom I kept to my vows
For fifteen years was dutifully bound, through both love and rows.
Until at last, breaking her pledges, she sought a life apart
Ending our union with a swift and vicious stab to my heart.

Never meant to be left alone, at home, to moan, my system hit back
With a stroke, a poke at my brain, a left-of-body attack
Thirteen months to endure of hospitalised living hell
Before (as a means to free a bed) I was declared “well”
And so begins another chapter in life’s storybook
Perhaps this time around I will have better luck ?


wizard7wolf

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Re: Echo’s of memories best forgotten
« Reply #1 on: June 08, 2006, 11:06:48 AM »
Hey man you write some good sh*t

Offline mickward

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Re: Echo’s of memories best forgotten
« Reply #2 on: June 08, 2006, 11:27:37 AM »
Thanks Wizard7wolf, I do my best

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Offline Bryn

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Re: Echo’s of memories best forgotten
« Reply #3 on: June 09, 2006, 12:03:02 PM »
Yes Mick,

I get a lot more from this than your others. Some really nice metaphor and steady, constant theme. But like i asked you before, what is it you're trying to say? I can appreciate this poem much more for the pleasure of reading the language and enjoying some of the imagery, but that last line is a bit of a let down, for me. I would like to think that after all the experiences you relate, the conclusion of this poem might divulge a little more than tentative optimism; its a bit of a predictable state of mind. Why not let the poem just roll on another stanza and write in some aspirations?

Cheers for this one Mick,

Sincerely, Bryn.

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Re: Echo’s of memories best forgotten
« Reply #4 on: June 10, 2006, 04:29:17 AM »
Hi Bryn,

  Yes you are right, the ending doesn't leave much optimism for the future. but then, at the time of writing it, i didn't feel very optimistic. In the interest of not depressing my ancestors, i'll probablt try another stanza or two before I forget.

  Thanks, mick