magic back broken nest seems drag news breeze life ghost need tell
Poets and storytellers invited us to build on Halloween.
I also draw inspiration from dVerse - Poet's Pub
The Hallowed Evening
“There is no death, daughter.
People die only when we forget them.”
— Isabel Allende
I The Ritual
A candle burns,
Setting the scene.
Magic in a way—but solemn too.
Not to recall ghosts,
Not to roughly drag up the past—
To remember.
To remember,
In silence.
II The Remembrance
To look back
Is not a reversal—
The timeline is eternal,
Recall is intermittent—
Not broken, just granular.
No need to force it,
Just a need to sit there.
To remember.
To remember,
In silence.
III The Renewal
Life, or lives, long past.
Vespers. Just a breeze in time. Of time.
They bring no news,
Tell no secrets,
All seems ephemeral
But, bidden, the love comes to nest,
To settle gently upon me.
To remember.
To remember,
In silence.
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Such an entirely different voice today. This appears from the eternal itself. Such a deeply evocative and peaceful invitation. Thank you for it. Very adeptly expression of the inexpressible.
ReplyDeleteBringing memories, any time, any thing, any where. I like your poem and its shape.
ReplyDeleteI love that you began this amazing poem with the "Allende" quote ~~ a remarkable write!
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem. For me, some remembrances are too painful, so I stop myself, literally shake my head to clear it sometimes.
ReplyDeletePerfect quote for this poem. The third stanza grabbed my heart.
ReplyDeleteTime with memories can be very nice.
ReplyDeleteThe feast of the dead is all about remembrances. Well-penned!
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