SINGING FROM MEM'RY

Pondering from a dirge in the night.

SINGING FROM MEM'RY

Singing from mem'ry a dirge in the night

Holds the mind captive with no will to fight

Reading the logbooks from years in the past

Makes my soul know....there is nothing that lasts

Wanting to die and yet needing to live

Life is a mis'ry with nothing to give

Wintering feelings and cold in the heart

Make every heartbeat a breaking apart

Intoning message in flat minor key

Nothing is permanent...not even me

Shadows surrounding me, cloaking with pain

It is apparent I've nothing to gain

Singing from mem'ry a dirge in the night

Holds the mind captive with no will to fight

Reading the logbooks from years in the past

Makes my soul know....there is nothing that lasts

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Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The repetition in the first and final stanzas works so well. Nothing lasts forever and there comes a time when many accept that their best days are in the past, and the memories of former joyful times are all they have left to cling too. The winter years for the aging can be cruel. Beautiful work dear Sharon.

Chris

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you my sweet friend for your beautiful review! ~Sharon

[Lydia Shutter]

No, there is nothing that lasts. Still, the fact we can remember those who have left...those we loved...makes living so much sweeter. Sharon, you are such a star with rhythm and rhyme. This poem, while the emotions are a bit dark, flowed easily and is truly lovely. Lydi***

[Miss Sharon]

My dear friend, I can always count on you for a beautiful review. Thank you ever so much! ~Sharon

[Gee]

I'm already looking back at the past and wondering as to what the future has in store for me. The big six oh next year :))
Hope you are well.
Beautifully written

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you my sweetie for your wonderful review! ~Sharon

[Ruth]

Nothing is permanent, indeed and this echoes so loudly that notion, to live in the now is difficult sometimes, I understand that too well. This is beautifully surrendered and written with such aching wisdom...

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much Ruth for your beautiful review! ~Sharon

[John the Baptist]

The theme here is impermanence, the changing nature of all material things. It can be a hard thing to accept, for our identification with our bodies is probably the most indelible of our beliefs. The speaker here looks back on times past and sees the handwriting on the wall. Still, as the Emperor/philosopher Marcus Aurelius said, death is but a natural process and therefore not to be feared.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much my friend for your wonderful comments and review of this write. ~Sharon

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I really enjoyed this piece of poetry. The ryhme scheme flows almost perfectly and it has an almost dark tinge to it. Wonderful poem Sharon.

[Miss Sharon]

Thanks so much Carlos! You are appreciated my friend. ~Sharon