"Living The Tontine..."

A new year...

“Living The Tontine…”

 

Memories so often test our realities -

with noon "midnights",

and midnight "sunrises".

 

The yearly "missing friends" toasts

don't get longer but the memories...

the memories take more consciousness

and the "stare" -

the thousand-yard stare

draws me to the abyss

and silently holds me captive

as all the hands beckon, reach, and wave -

until it’s my turn to join them.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

A deep abstract poem, amazing way you reflect and muse here. Kudos!!

Plz also read and comment my newest poem too.

[Gee]

Aye, we live our youth attending christening and weddings this continuing until all of a sudden the Sunday best only worn, and worn more often , to attend the funerals of those we love and care for. This no doubt until the day our Sunday best worn for our own.
Not a big fan of all things new year celebrations as each one is another step closer to the hole in the ground.
Had to Google tontine...it's good to learn at least one thing each day :)

[Chris]

I read Costain's book - way back when. For me a Tontine is a unique way to describe life and all its interaction with a group of people through their lifetimes.

[Arundass TP]

A nice self analysing poem. A psychological approach. Good one .

[Chris]

I appreciate your pause and words.