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An unexpected sadness from
somewhere deep and forgotten.
Memories of old,
almost not real anymore.
Tears spill,
no longer surpressed,
bringing bitter relief.
Once five and then four,
he crafted his gallow at home.
Four spread and scattered far.
Became lip service
and christmas cards.
Hindsight reveals fondness
for memories of old and
sudden reminders.
And i'm thankful.
Sometimes us poets look for metaphorical meaning in words that are meant literally. I am glad that you are able to look back on the past with fond memories also Kathryn. I think you sum up very well the way time can dissipate and distance some families, especially if they are trying to forget. 'Lip service and Christmas cards' sums that up very well.
Nostalgia is one of the most dangerous emotions possible, for good and bad, this poem (for me) captures this constant boundry surrounding the mind's most delicate regions.
I think I get this but the line 'Once five and then four' delivers my paradox - though that is more my problem than the poets but if this is an adults recollection of parental break up despite it being strong some may struggle with it.
Again however not up to the poet to write for everyone, some of the best poems come from a place that can;t be explained fully.
The last 6 lines are great and I like the way this poem is written with absolute refusal to feel sorry for itself.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Fri 9th Apr 2010 16:13
Boy! do I know exactly where you are coming from Kath.Would that happen to be you,middle rear row?don,t bollock me too hard if not! neat poem-cheers-Stef-x
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Jon
Sun 11th Apr 2010 12:08
Hi Kathryn,
Had to comment on this poem,both unbearably sad,yet traces of relief and closure also in there.Really enjoyed reading this!