Oh goodness, Melanie! I'm moved that you found the poem so affecting. And I know...it is hard. But, they're still indelible in their way too. I think I was trying to say that sadness can be present in looking back - to what's been lost. But rejecting the past means forgetting. And to those we love, that's not an option. They live on there. And our memory may change in time, but we never truly lose them.
Yes to all of this. I think it was Julius Caesar who said that a person dies twice. Once upon their death and twice upon their memory. It makes it so important to keep memories alive.
Izabella, thank you! Yes, it's so difficult to hold onto the past. Memory is so fickle anyway. But perhaps by continuing to write down those feelings and impressions, it can make things a little more fixed and less nebulous.
So many of us do, Rea. But I suppose, if we're able, to put a few marks down here or elsewhere, that keeps the thread from fraying too much. And it'll never really break. Thank you so much for reading and for your heartfelt comments.
It's inevitable Dea, I suppose, that we'll look back and try and process things that have happened to us. And as writers, it'll find its way into our work, even if it's not shared. Little Griefs Poetry was largely begun as a catharsis. Although, it's also opened up all manner of possibilities that I never considered. And for that I'm thankful. Thank you for reading, and giving such positive feedback!
This almost brought me to tears. The realization that they are just memory is earth-shattering. Okay, now I’m crying.
Oh goodness, Melanie! I'm moved that you found the poem so affecting. And I know...it is hard. But, they're still indelible in their way too. I think I was trying to say that sadness can be present in looking back - to what's been lost. But rejecting the past means forgetting. And to those we love, that's not an option. They live on there. And our memory may change in time, but we never truly lose them.
Yes to all of this. I think it was Julius Caesar who said that a person dies twice. Once upon their death and twice upon their memory. It makes it so important to keep memories alive.
I didn't know that, Melanie. And yes, that's how they live on.
This is amazing! Beautiful words to describe the inevitable fade into memory 🤍
Izabella, thank you! Yes, it's so difficult to hold onto the past. Memory is so fickle anyway. But perhaps by continuing to write down those feelings and impressions, it can make things a little more fixed and less nebulous.
Absolutely! It reminded me of a Brazilian poet verse, translates to something like that: "Death takes us away.
But portraits and poetry
Have a stronger nature.
They keep us alive."
That's wonderful. And true.
I know this thread that's unravelling with time. The memories falling out of my pockets, like forgotten pebbles.
Lost
You fill my heart and I thank you!
So many of us do, Rea. But I suppose, if we're able, to put a few marks down here or elsewhere, that keeps the thread from fraying too much. And it'll never really break. Thank you so much for reading and for your heartfelt comments.
Nostalgia is my favourite thing to write and think about and this just captures the grief and sadness of it
It's inevitable Dea, I suppose, that we'll look back and try and process things that have happened to us. And as writers, it'll find its way into our work, even if it's not shared. Little Griefs Poetry was largely begun as a catharsis. Although, it's also opened up all manner of possibilities that I never considered. And for that I'm thankful. Thank you for reading, and giving such positive feedback!