Time is kind
Time is kind:
Each night it wipes
The whiteboard clean
Of teeming words
And painful, wounded songs.
Each day I fill
that empty space
with remembered tunes
and fading rose-petals
browning at the edges,
Their fragrance ebbing,
a scarce remembered thing
topped up by surreptitious squirts
Of artificial scent.
Each day, I rewrite the words
re-enact the scenes,
Aware(but oh-so-dimly)
that what I write is not
what occurred
but now the memory
Of a memory alone
And therefore corrupt and defiled.
Time is kind:
One day I will stand,
bereft but with relief
And be unable to recall
Those lost and keening words,
And that blank space
Will fill with new and better ones.
i really like it! thanks for sharing!
Thank you! Good to have you visit.
so true…
One has to beware of ever saying to someone else that dreadful cliche, Time is a great healer, but it is true for all that it is a cliche. It’s something one can only say for one’s own experience.
Thank you for visiting.
not so very kind
Thought this poem was beautiful
Thank you; it means a lot to me when a poem or whatever hits the spot. Thanks for visiting.
Once again, Viv, you get to the needle-sharp point of the matter. X
How many angels can dance on that point though??
Arcane intellectual speculations
how many angels to dance
upon the head of a pin
if they were Baptists
they would rather die
but since they aren’t even human
they choose ,quite simply -to fly
how many angels to dance
upon the head of a pin
if they were Pentecostal
the music would be loud
and wake all the harpists
asleep on the clouds
how many angels to dance
upon the head of a pin
how many camels
to strain through the eye of a needle
how many demons to ride
on the back of a beetle
***********sorry couldn’t resist
It is true, I hope, that God answers prayers retroactively. And that my mother was right – time is a friend.
Your poem promises me they are true.
I believe so.
Be blessed, Amy.
xx