Remember Me
What I imagine I will be remembered by
is probably in the past, my present more taken up by
remembering than by doing.
That energy to create a life seems worn out
so that rising and sorting piles of papers
seems an Everest to scale.
Who knew that we would wear out, too.
Prefer our deskchairs to the dance floor,
our own tables to the favorite gathering place?
We have dulled to pewter,
finest silver that we once were.
Once hatless, ratted and curled,
now we shield ourselves from the sun
with wider brims,
celebrate midnight in solitude,
go the way of civilizations
headed toward their end.
Today’s prompt: Don’t You Forget About Me: Imagine yourself at the end of your life. What sort of legacy will you leave? Describe the lasting effect you want to have on the world, after you’re gone.
Great poem Judy. I love it. So true.
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A bit depressing. I’ll write a wildly energetic one another day. And we will dance at Roberta’s party, right? Are you back in Ajijic yet?
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I remember back in Israel sitting on the remaining wall of a Crusader castle, wondering where they’d all gone and thinking how sure they were that with all that stonework, they’d be remembered forever. Then thinking in another 600 years or so, I’d wouldn’t even be a stone wall to sit on.
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Shades of Ozymandius. That poem makes more sense now than it did in college. I understood it then, empathize now–even if he was a villain.
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I wonder who will remember us after death when no one seems to bother while we are alive.
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That is the question in which I seek to answer. How you may ask? By bothering those who are alive. Thanks for commenting
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Don’t forget you kindness to baby birds. ‘Who knew we would wear out’ and life would change. So true.
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Aw, thanks Olga..That is sweet of you. I was afraid this poem was a bit depressing, but I guess all of life is not cheer and tomorrow I’ll probably feel a surge of energy again. Most of what poetry is is just to capture the moment if not always universal truths!
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I love this. Remember, though, that there is vibrant energy and life in the dark. It’s not always acknowledged, but it’s there.
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This is very beautiful I thank your mind and your pen. Namaste
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Thanks, JMD
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