Bookends

Bookends

A Poem by Robert Ray


Every chapter,

 every book ends.

Images to words,

 words to memories;

Painted landscapes,

 portraits, vivid

Until washed in black.

 


© 2018 Robert Ray



Author's Note

Robert Ray
Just a Friday morning rambling.

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Everything comes to and end...the beautiful, the sad ones... the dark.. the light... and forms a complete cycle... we always want to know the end and we forget its not the end that matters.. the journey in between and the tiny seconds that makes us laugh and cry n that makes us feel alive....
so that every book, every chapter we have is worth reading again.. :) nice one Robert..


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Robert Ray

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Thanks very much! You captured these thoughts in your review better than I did in the poem. I appr.. read more



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Everything comes to and end...the beautiful, the sad ones... the dark.. the light... and forms a complete cycle... we always want to know the end and we forget its not the end that matters.. the journey in between and the tiny seconds that makes us laugh and cry n that makes us feel alive....
so that every book, every chapter we have is worth reading again.. :) nice one Robert..


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Robert Ray

1 Day Ago

Thanks very much! You captured these thoughts in your review better than I did in the poem. I appr.. read more
I've really enjoyed the shorter pieces of yours lately, not that the long ones were any less enjoyable or deep, but these short little pieces are packing punches. This one made me feel melancholy and expressed a sobering sentiment. I love how it questioned the validity and ultimate meaning the literary medium, at least that's how I saw it. We slave, work, scribble, spit, bleed, and break ourselves at desks over pen and paper, constantly chasing and trying to capture those fleeting memories only to realize that ultimately it all fades to black. Even what is written and recorded with vivid pen strokes and flowery language cannot escape the black wash that will eventually wipe it all away in our memories.

Why do we write then? Why read if it all fades to black? If all the books and virtually published works of the world will eventually biodegrade, decompose, be deleted, corrupted, shut down. Why write? Why try to capture those images in words. Sure some books will last longer than the memories and moments that inspired them, but in the end it all passes, so why bother? Your short but powerful little piece has me asking these questions, grasping at an optimistic answer, wondering why I even bothered getting out of bed in the morning:P

Maybe the literary medium is our imperfect, flawed, and corruptible way of communicating the incommunicable. Those images that could never be shared are captured, if only for a brief moment, in words on a page. Their purpose, to communicate something that transcends time, our memories, feelings, the inescapable black. Something subconscious perhaps, something that affects without being detected, a germ or seed that plants itself somewhere in that perceivable blackness, not truly an empty blackness, but a blackness so full of everything incommunicable and ethereal, so far beyond our conscious comprehension. Like drawing a blank in the mind but knowing that the answer is there somehow, we are affected and animated by that which we don't see, don't comprehend, can't understand. Those forgotten memories, long thought to be faded away into nothingness, are everything that we are. Maybe we, the writers, are the manifestation of that consuming blackness, feeding that incomprehensible abyss, allowing ourselves to be sucked into it, crossing that event horizon and realizing that nothingness is a lie. Or maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and this is my Saturday morning ramble.

Thank you again for sharing your poetry. This piece got me thinking and dreaming a little even, which I always love. I loved how simply, precisely, and effectively the message of the piece was conveyed, but how provocative that far-from-simple message is. Your poem is perhaps a microcosm of that blackness, it proposes that unanswerable question and leaves the reader fumbling around in the dark until they realize that the dark might not be empty after all. That's my take anyway, I could be way off:)

Great piece Robert!

Hailey

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Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Hailey, I think we write because we desire immortality, and this is our best shot at it (versus a jo.. read more
Hailey Juliet

2 Weeks Ago

My pleasure as always Robert, I do really enjoy your writing!
Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you.
and the black...all of the memories mixed into one shadowy color? or could it be that we just magic mark over all of the words to erase them and start over...
j.

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Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks, J. Always good to read your words.
nice sad that our memories are washed in black ultimately but if you write them down just maybe they can last a long long time i hope

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Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

I agree, Marilyn. Thanks for taking time to read this one.
enjoyed the word play surprise started with your title ...i always have a heart for short and pointed ..nice ...then so bummed by such a seemingly nihilistic closing ... tho you don't really say that the speaker does such a thing on purpose ...it was my first impression...could be simply that night has fallen ..it's time for bed ;))) your poem is very universal and open to many thought wanderings between your lines and so very individual as well ... fun and thought provoking read on a rather serious reflection
E.


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Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks much, E. I always look forward to reading your reviews. I attempted to convey everything ha.. read more
Then it is time to paint a new canvas my friend... bigger and more beautiful :)

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Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Indeed, Stella! Thanks for reading.
Your words have impact.
Eloquently and elegantly portrayed!

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Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Jimmy. I appreciate you reading this one.
This poem went in such a different direction than where the title suggested (a good thing). I always like it when a writer can take a common phrase & make it all his/her own. This fatalistic view is actually very much like my own true life viewpoint. There's much less sadness when we just accept the way things go! (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

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Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks for reading and reflecting on this one, Margie. The title does suggest something a bit diffe.. read more
Simple, succinct and true. I was struck by the 'ends' of these lines: "ends," "memories," "black." Each implies the nothingness and finality of what existed before. Also, what I like about these 3 words is that they are found ... at the END of the lines, thus book-ending your lines.. whether purposeful or not, I discovered this little detail and thought, "brilliant!"

"portraits, vivid
Until washed in black" This is my favorite part of the piece because it shows beauty and life trampled and gone: "washed in black." But so elegantly, as if washed rather than any other sinister way to sink into a death.

This "rambling" as you refer to it illuminates the aspect of all this life being but a fleeting ellipse within the bookends... Fill the ellipse with the vivid portrait of your life! Ahhh, that's a refreshing motivator for this lazy snow day!!

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Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Alexa, thank you again for such a thorough and thoughtful review. Those words you mention above wer.. read more
there is truth that there is an end for everything

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Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you for reading another one of my poems. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts.

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