Time is kind

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.

 

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14 thoughts on “Time is kind

    • 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.

  1. 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

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