Thursday, 27 March 2014

a memory in time


the memory

as mysterious as dry tears
that lie, wistful, sad, and angry

– bitter sweet – upon 
a hard-soft, ever changing, cheek
 
as the gray story tosses and turns
hard-soft, hard-soft 

though:  fainter, every time 
and time again
each recall of a passage – 

fainter . . . fainter
shushing . . . shushing . . . hush 
. . . until . . . at last, 

the mad crashing waves 
surrender, to soft . . . gentle laps 

lighter . . . lighter, still . . .
and then . . . it rests . . . with serenity
 . . . it rests

note:  the prompt from Poetry Jam this week is - Let it Go

photo:  Gentle Water – W. Bourke
   
© 2014 Wendy Bourke

33 comments:

  1. yes- in time non-memorable events and people fade away!

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    1. They fade and - if they aren't wanted - eventually, you learn to stop letting them in.

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  2. i think over time our memories get washed by those waves...the stings are worn away and we can see the moments in new light....and we find that serenity for sure...

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    1. Yes, serenity does come. Though seldom fast enough. Smiles.

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  3. The span of time heals wounds. Like how you used the sea as the catalyst for washing away the hurt.

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  4. Time does heal, a lot, I think. Or, at least, as Brian mentioned wears away the stings (and blunts the sharp edges).

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  5. I have two daughters that just moved to Van. last year and I spent two weeks last summer enjoying the most unseasonably sunny days it had to offer me. It made me fall in love with it. Anyways...your poem is beautifully descriptive, soft and craftily expressed! enjoyed it very much. perfect photo as well. thank you!

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  6. Vancouver does grow on you. It's rather big and, for a long time, I felt a bit adrift in the place. But it has some glorious days (and when it's of a mind to do GLORIOUS,
    it does GLORIOUS about as good as GLORIOUS can get) - and so it was, today. I'll skip the "rains" (as in plural, for now) and leave memories of your sunny days unscathed. Thanks for commenting, Hope.

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  7. Yes, I do believe that in order to find serenity, there must be some form of release - a letting go. Often, I think, it takes a lot of time - sometimes a lot of revisiting - to get there.

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  8. This reads so like the slow letting go of painful memories.......wonderfully done.....

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    1. Thanks Sherry. A slow letting go - or, for some, I think, (at least) a slow settling of complicated memories: tangled, tricky, thorny, (at times) tortuous, (often) tough, - this stuff of living and remembering what we have lived through.

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  9. I like how you've captured the essence of wistful-sad-angry memories and how eventually we may get them to quietly surrender!

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    1. Memories . . . seldom black or white, at least the complicated ones - wistful-sad-angry and on and on and on. Memories are not real. Often they aren't even accurate. And so, yes, there is peace, I think, in surrender - and letting go - if one can find no peace in them. For often, there is no peace to be found.

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  10. Nicely done....and released....thanks for sharing

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  11. Thanks Wayne. I enjoyed your take on the Poetry Jam prompt, very much. Thanks for commenting.

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  12. Yes, that is how some memories are, aren't they? I have a tendency to ruminate, and actually letting go feels nearly impossible to do...until, blessedly, it finally does happen. Thankfully, I am learning how to do it a lot more quickly and save myself some torment -ha. Again, you nailed it.

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    1. Speaking (one ruminator to another) I have come to the conclusion that some folks are wired or predisposed – whatever – to go there. (I suspect, we probably think about things, in general, a lot – and that's the price we pay.) But yes, (as you mentioned, Jennifer) it takes time and effort to sort through it – but, mercifully, there is serenity. Smiles.

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  13. Loved the ebb and flow of this piece. Hey, thanks for stopping by and commenting on my site even when I was struggling to get around to visit and comment!

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    1. No problem, Donna. I enjoy your posts!

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  14. Oh, I like this, Wendy. It so well depicts the letting go process. It doesn't happen all at once. It happens gradually, bit by bit, until all is gone. True to life!

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  15. Thanks Mary. It is, indeed, a slow process.

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  16. The thorny ones are the most troublesome...yet they have to go too ..Time is all powerful.... I also like this sketching of the letting go process.....

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    1. the thorny ones - great descriptive word, Sumana. Draws to mind the image of trying to rid a thorny weed. Thank you.

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  17. Wendy, I love what you did with the images and rhythm of this poem. I can almost hear the waves slowing down, and that line, memories like dry tears, inspired writing :-)

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    1. yes, tears fall for many reasons. Thanks Sara.

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  18. I am sorry I am so late, Wendy. I thought I had commented on your poem.
    I can relate to the mourning process you evoke, the pain and the tears until things finally become lighter and more bearable.

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  19. That you come, to my little blog, Gabriella - is more than enough. Thank you!

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  20. Ah.. this was a wonderful description on how memory fades .. and sometimes it's a bliss the way it's like the soft wave lapping the shore... thank your so much for your excelllent commenting on my blog...

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    1. I enjoy commenting on your blog, Bjorn. You are an excellent poet.

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  21. Very evocative poem, Wendy. Beautifully done.

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  22. Thanks, Nicholas. I needed a boast, just now.

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  23. Loving the use of repetition, Wendy. Love the whole poem - I can definitely relate. Thank you for sharing your words.

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