"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it." C.S. Lewis
Sunday, November 29, 2009
For a moment... it was mine.
So simple
And full of memories
Seemingly unknowing
Today, I put on the ring you gave me
And looked at it remembering
How much it meant to me
The beauty of 10 short lived days
Of thinking
That things were going to turn out
The way I thought they should be
Silly me
And now...
I wonder if this ring will stay with me
Or if it will get lost in between couch cushions
Behind my dresser
Or in my luggage at the airport
And if it does will someone else pick it up
Without ever knowing
What it meant to me
The moment that it nonchalantly became
Mine
Or if it stays
No matter where I find myself
I will smile through a tear
At the memory
Of love and loss...
But love all the same
Things that could have been
Maybe should have been
But will never be
I wonder if I will feel happy
Or the sting...
Rejection
Either way
I know
That I will keep on living
And keep on loving
Because today is always the day
That things get better
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I thought about this before too and its still strange to think about... how all of the little objects that we see around us have some sort of significance for someone, we just will never know the story behind it. The object one is holding may have been an heirloom for someone else, or a gift from a passing lover. But it never is just a ring. Instead, it is a story in and of itself.
I think it would just be too mind-boggling to think about the small or great significances of everything around us.
Another cool thing about this poem- I love how you express several different emotions in this one piece. Our moments and our emotions are rarely only filled with one emotion, and one emotion alone. I like how you incorporated sadness and loss with understanding and hope in this piece. I know, on the whole, you're doing and you're gonna be just fine:)
I know I'm preaching to the choir when I say this, but time does heal all wounds. That doesn't mean that objects loose their memories in our heart, but, when set free, the human spirit is a courageous thing. But you already know that! Sorry for the repetition:)
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