Written as part of Sunday Challenge – Bout Rimes, at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
The Memories
the whiff of a memory caught,
without a doubt, excites him;
for it is fading, what he’s got,
with each day, becoming dim.
slowly they slip into the shade,
as with time, everything goes,
drying too from memory glade,
all but the teardrop that flows.
none care what beneath lies,
all around him, hearts of stone,
he wonders, if he soon dies,
will those hearts change tone?
till he shall lie still on the lawn,
he mourns the memories gone.
It feels sad when I see a friend saddened by memories slipping away from him. It scares him a lot, and I can’t do much to help him either. He’s strong when he has them by his side, but a momentary scare, and he panics. I just pray for him to be alright.
(© 2nd June 2015)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Nice! loved how you chose to execute the end rhymes 😀
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Ah, but you already know the rhymes were pre selected for me 😉 Glad you loved the execution!
Thanks for stopping by, Sanaa
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My Mom is the same way though she is fine. Her sister had Alzheimer’s so she is terrified she’s next. My MIL is in the early stages – it is so awful to lose yourself. Your poem deals with this in a poignant manner.
Yeah. It is awful to lose yourself. And seeing the memories slip by, I feel, is scarier than I can imagine.
Glad you liked the poem, Debi.
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The thought of memory slipping is so scary.. You have seen what it leads to.. And just that knowledge can make it worse.. Thank you for taking part.
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Yes. It makes you wonder and look at life in a different way.
Thank you for the challenge, Bjorn.
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Beautifully expressed. I feel for your friend.
Thank you, Rosemary.
Your poem touched me in a deep way ~~ I cared for my mother the last five years of her life. Witnessed her sadness, frustration, and pain as memory faded ~ until it was no more.
I think it’s hard to see them being sad. It’s hard to write about that too.
Thank you for stopping by, Helen.
I think, memories remain there in our subconscious mind. They never leave us no matter how hard we try.
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Quite true. They are never really lost, but they are difficult to raise at times, and that can turn frustrating, Sims.
The one thing that scares me and keeps me scared is the fear of loss of memory creeping into the lives of my loved ones………….
I know. That is a scary prospect indeed Pooj. Hope it never comes to that.
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