Poets and Storytellers had the prompt: Memories & Dreams.
The Was And The Will Be.
Memories are a delusion—
They are so very tidy.
Memories are so deceiving.
They embrace us. That’s why we
Hold them—
Our hearts embrace and mould them.
Grieving thus comes naturally.
A consensual collusion
With what can never be.
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Dreams are a comfort
most infernal,
Useless without a plan.
Are they too just a delusion?
The universe mocking man?
Often.
But it’s not a case when
A fusion adds body to the dreams.
Once a dream becomes internal,
The gods withdraw, or so it seems.
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It's a two-way inseparable street and interesting to think that memories shape us while we, in turn, shape them. :)
ReplyDeleteI like the closing - nice way to put it.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed painful truth.
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Between the past and what’s to come,
The present breathes, where we become
Shaped by what was, fuelled by what’s near,
Both dreams and memories guide us here.
Memories fade and shift with time,
Dreams push us forward, make us climb.
Here, in the now, we have the chance
To live, to change, to take a stance.
Dreams give us hope, memories soothe,
But it’s the present where we move.
The heaviness of thoughts and feelings really pervades - Jae
ReplyDeleteIt is human nature to ask "what if". And we've gotten interesting results when we go off to try to answer that question.
ReplyDeleteI like your ending on this.
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