Broken memories my staff
7 December 2015
I walk in yonder valleys of shadow and doubt
I never really knew what life was all about
Though my lips I puckered, have learnt to purse and pout
And sing unrestrained to the tune of Schubert’s Trout
For I now embark lonesome on life’s last ferry
Looking I know, all around, within, seems dreary
I force laugh, conjuring up moments so merry
Face freezes, I realize my heart’s too weary
Through fading and withered faces I walk alone
Through the shadows and the pleasures that once had shone
Bright light, right unto my eyes, brought my lips a moan
Alas, it is all gone now, is my heart of stone?
I walk and I walk, I walk an endless journey
Through unrelenting ashen faces once creamy
Towards a dull future for which I hold no key
Sluggish and haggard steps mistaken for dreamy
I walk through morrows
Broken memories my staff
In lone shadowland
Spente le Stelle – Emma Shapplin
Memories – Within Temptation
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I liked this one too. Especially the haiku at the end—a memorable finale.
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Thank you Jane for your kind words
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[…] Prodhom: Broken memories my staff. | Geetha Balvannanathan’s Blog. A story with a meaning to the title you might not think of. The Haiku portion is down lower. Make […]
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Wow. I have been reading you for a while as you know, but this? This got under my skin for some reason. Well, actually, I know the reason, and there’s more than a few. Regret can be a hard thing to live with. Beautiful write, Geetha.
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Thank you Tony 🙂
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Enjoyed this.
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Thank you John
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Wonderful Geetha..
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Thank you Paul
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Wow, thank you for using the form, but doing more with it than I did. Many people refuse to rhyme in poetry these days, not realizing how difficult it can be and not sound cliché. Very nice. Trout. 🙂 Awesome.
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Thank you so much, yes Trout 😀
I actually like rhyming and it comes rather naturally to me. In fact my children and I sometimes play games talking to each other and rhyming at the end of the sentence or I just bug them by teaching them lessons in rhymes 😀 Perhaps it is because my father used to love Victor Hugo and Chateaubriand and other poets and used to always quote some part of a poem as a lesson of life.
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Of course then there are Fezzik and Inigo Montoya conversations.
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🙂
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Ahh, you got me at Schubert 😀
These verses sing on their own. Such a poetic presentation of things of the past. Your words give deep feelings to the meaning of a broken staff.
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I love Schubert too 😀
Thank you Dajena for your meaningful comments
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