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I try to keep warm
in the memory of you
But within embered years
a cold truth lies
beneath aphoristic ashes –
“Time heals all wounds”,
“This too shall pass” –
Over my dead body, perhaps.
Platitude Pyre
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Forgetfulness is for lotus eaters…memories keep us vivid. Loved this.
And I, this 🙂 Thanks, Kate
The event may pass…but the memory lingers like an ember…how true.
It’s quite startling to realise just how long some have lingered, Charles. Thanks.
Quite a chilling poem – love the layering of meanings and the twist at the end 🙂
Thanks, Gabe 🙂 Those cliched sayings have proven to be little other than tosh in certain instances
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A fun challenge is just what I need right now 😀
Love the “embered years” and everything else about this poem. Don’t know whether to laugh or cry. First a belly laugh – the crying can come later.
haha – that’s exactly how I felt when writing it, Monica! Thanks 😀
I was thinking about the “over my dead body, perhaps” part, too. Love it all.
Death benefits 🙂
WoW! Excellent poem, BB!
Love “aphoristic ashes” . . . leading into those well known aphorisms.
Thanks, Nancy 😀 There’s a lot of hot air out there, isn’t there?
Totally poignant, BB.
One of the problems of bereavement is fading memory, and the guilt it induces.
Thank you for shining a light on this.
John
Thanks, John
Great entry bluebee love it 🙂
Thanks, Jake
A bit of ‘tongue in cheek’ here, perhaps! Well written!
It ended up that way, Renee 🙂
😆 I had to laugh as that was so good… yeah, the endless platitudes… sometimes they sound more annoying than helpful. Well said. 🙂
Exactly 😀
Excellent ending.
Thanks, Tilly. When my dad died, I was relieved that his suffering was over – 10 years on I realise that the pain of his absence has, in many ways, grown more acute
I really, really like “Platitude Pyre,” Bluebee. Yeah,
“Time heals all wounds”,
“This too shall pass” –
Over my dead body, perhaps.
What a great, clever spirit you have.
Thanks, Tom, for this lovely comment
Wonderful write, Bb. Everything’s been said already… I love it and most of all the first two lines which brings to mind how I hold them ever close to me in ther love. Of course, all the trite platitudes and your shocking last line which puts them into perspective is nothing short of brilliant.
Thank you, Adee, for this lovely comment 🙂
I like your spirit and the image of the embered years is just stunning. Brilliant!
Thanks, Selma 🙂
It reminds me of “They Say that ‘Time Assuages'” by Emily Dickinson.
Thanks, Richard! Your comment has raised some questions for me because the original title I had for this poem was ‘They Say’ but I had not (or do not recall ever having) read this poem of Emily Dickinson’s until now…quite bizarre, really
This bites deep BB, and what a great title!
Thanks, Graham – I could throw a few more on there 🙂