Anniversary

For my Wednesday Muse prompt at Sunday Muse Blogspot. The topic today is “anniversary”. There are all kinds of anniversaries: wedding, enagagement, the death of a loved one, adoption of a child or pet, buying a house…one for every day of the year and to spare.

Anniversary
“Maybe that’s enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind, no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom … is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.” Anthony Bourdain

the days run fast
as a shooting star,
dropping through the blackness
of time.
You put the noose around your neck
and jumped –
falling through the blackness
of time.
I watched my mother dying,
her light dimming as a star
falling in the black ocean.
I remember these times
with tears in my brain.
I remember these times as I remember
the scent of faded gardenias
turning brown in the summer sun.

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sarahsouthwest
    May 22, 2019 @ 01:28:17

    The recurrent falling image, the fading flowers – very moving.

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky
    May 22, 2019 @ 11:45:54

    Memories like faded gardenias turning brown in the summer sun – I love that!

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  3. Regina Phillips
    May 22, 2019 @ 15:35:42

    “An imprint of tears in my brain” – WOW, that’s everlasting.

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  4. Carrie V. H.
    May 22, 2019 @ 17:01:42

    This is a new favorite for me of yours Toni. I feel these words closely because I know the loss as well. You have captured the loss as only a true poet could. The days run fast indeed……too fast to lose the ones we love.

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  5. coalblack
    May 22, 2019 @ 23:14:29

    I take comfort in the words of wiser minds than mine, who have observed that we are made of energy and that energy cannot be destroyed–it only changes form. And so, a beloved person or pet may dim in one sense, but they are brightening in another. They are still there. At least, I believe that.

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  6. purplepeninportland
    May 23, 2019 @ 21:07:35

    Fading flowers, barely scented is a perfect way of looking at this poem.

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  7. Magaly Guerrero
    May 24, 2019 @ 14:13:48

    Grief is such a complicated thing. The memories are wonderful–all we have left–but remembering still breaks our heart and rips us to pieces.

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  8. Ed Rigg
    May 24, 2019 @ 18:20:55

    Such a powerful experience elicits a powerful poem.
    It is always devastating and utterly sad to see a loved one dying ad falling through the blackness of time . .

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  9. Sherry blue sky
    May 24, 2019 @ 21:11:21

    Back again for another read………these kind of anniversaries do bring tears in the brain…..and the heart. Painful memories, so beautifully told.

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  10. Ayala Zarf
    May 25, 2019 @ 08:09:19

    Heartbreaking and beautiful.

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