Memories define who we are, can influence our actions, may shape the rest of lives. We often cling to sweet memories so that the bitterness of the present is tempered like coffee, sweetened with sugar. Painful memories are dulled by time so that their acrid essence is distilled into something more refined than the raw gut-wrenching agony we felt when we experienced the reality that birthed them. Some memories live on vivid and fresh, either to delight or torture. Strong emotional reactions engender long-lived memories. Here is a poem written about persistent memories.
I’ll throw a party and invite Old wounds, my recent pain; I’ll sing and laugh all night, Forgive, forget, and feign That all’s well, all’s bright.
My party’s doors are open wide So that my memories may come, To tell me that enough I’ve cried. Past loves, that heart will numb, File in, remembrances to chide.
The music sounds strong and loud, Old bitternesses will dance and sway. My soul will fly above the cloud, Colours will cover all my gray, Bright cloth replaces my shroud.
I’ll drink and sweet will be the wine, My anguished mind will succumb To blessed forgetfulness divine. Cool logic will be struck dumb And broken heart no longer pine.
Bright lights to burn until the morn, Feet never to leave the dance floor. But in my side there’ll be pain, a thorn: Your absence, still an open sore; And in my party I alone will mourn.
I have been blogging daily on this platform for several years now. It is surprising that I have persisted as the world is changing and "microblogging" is now the norm. I blog to amuse myself, make comment on current affairs, externalise some of my creativity, keep notes on things that interest me, learn something new and to surprise myself with things that I discover about this wonderful, and sometimes crazy, world we live in.
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