Discarded

Discarded

 

Just look

How quickly they have forgotten you

One day

No doubt they will forget me too

 

In the meantime  

Having done our own little bit

To help

All those distressed and disturbed

 

We must remember

Neither you ..

Nor I are Kennedy’s, a Gandhi or Mandela

No .. not even a Cohen, Shelley or a Keats

 

And whilst

There may be those who argue ..

Neither are we Hitler, Manson or Bin Laden

We might just as well be sinners, you and me

 

Ha .. she say’s

In no time at all we shall each be forgotten,

Like a broken and discarded cup

Yet priceless …

 

Just as those

Several sheets of crumpled paper

Containing scribbled and disjointed words

Now overflow onto the hearth, are worthless …

 

 

 

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

We poets are amongst the pinnacle of the futile my friend... yet we cant stand it we have to keep scrawling some sort of short circuit in our brains I think:/ at least those crumpled bits of paper will make for good fertilizer perhaps:) now take your nib tablets and get back to your indite (by the way your napoleon cap is crooked good sir)

[Neville]

Phew tile.. the chance would be a fine think kind Bun .. I got me thatcher coming on Tuesday and can hardly move for the piles of withy reed and barrels of soaking wooden pegs everywhere ... sorry .. I am a tad distracted at the mo ... everything is crooked ... N :)

[Robert Trakofler]

LOL psst thanks for the writing prompt:/

[Neville]

Except you of course Robert .. your a real bunny .. and I am always prompt with me prompts :)

[Robert Trakofler]

wll truth be told the bunny is in charge I am just his vessel

[Neville]

................. sound.... at least I hope so :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't think anyone should be forgotten...no matter how mundane a life lead, that life had its effect
on someone...even if just one person...the life mattered.
As a poet, if I have moved one reader in my lifetime of writing...I feel something has been accomplished.
j.

[Neville]

... I wholly agree jacob, of course, no one should be forgotten, and yes, all life and lives matter but how many are forgot .. far too many in my opinion ..
N.

[Tom]

Yes Sir Neville my learned, world wise buddy, the human lifespan is but a minute blip on the cosmic calendar, and just like today's news is tomorrow's fish & chip paper, what is the point of worrying, ain't we all going the same way??

A poetic, prophetic, postulation my friend!!

[Neville]

.................. perfectly proposed Tom and magnificently appreciated ..

[AJNJ]

Perhaps, that one in a thousand or perhaps a million hits the jackpot of fame and recognition. The rest will fade into anonymity and buried in the sands of time. Countless born, countless gone, who knew where they all went? Well said dear sir!

[Neville]

thanking you is so bloomin easy AJ .. and many of em are on their way to ya .... :)

Neville

[barleygirl]

Lots of writers want to be famous or at least well-known, maybe recognizable? But fame can be such a fickle identity, I don't want to go near it. I'm fine with being obscure. The fewer people who are privy to me & my life, the fewer people who will be trying to tell me how I should live it. I love the tone of your poem, level-headed & gently honest . . . plus I'm amazed at your variety of famous examples! Nice work! (((MUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

............. I would not mind being quietly well known.. providing I could dip and dive into obscurity ... thanks Margie (FANS) fondly, Neville

[Chris Shaw]

I can imagine this conversation taking place over coffee. An interesting conversation about being forgotten. Perhaps it referred to the work place where the she here thinks the efforts made may be forgotten but were priceless in their goodness. The killer for me was the final stanza and the reference to lines of poetry, crumpled up discarded papers, scribbled and disjointed words being worthless. I feel sure that the poet who wrote them would have felt a little stab at that remark. Words are all a poet has. Worthless, never in a poet's heart. Discarded feelings here as well as words.

Chris

[Ana Papaya]

Now I'm considering what my legacy will be.
My children will remember me with love and admiration, my grandchildren too, assuming I have any. Which I hope I do otherwise my trail ends right there

[Neville]

I am sure we all think along those lines ... I certainly hope my kids remember me with love too .. thanks Ana, I am sure your trail will go on and on .... :)