Thursday, September 5, 2013

MEMOIR








They put her with the old,
segregated

from new shiny bodies,
ready for exposure to hungry eyes,
lovingly held, caressed, admired.

Tired of being treated like an old rag,
then rejected, dropped, forgotten,
considered used, useless,
she rested still
hoping for oblivion,
wishing to be recycled.
But inside she lived
the memories,
knowing

the end.


(Submitted to Dverse Poets where Sam challenges us to write a poem riddle with the title as the answer.
Also for G-Man's Friday 55)



30 comments:

  1. It is a very beautiful, but also, a very, very powerful poem. Especially the ending. Magnificent. Many thanks. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

    Greetings from London.

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  2. i hope her wish to be recycled gets fullfilled... very cool close with living the memoirs inside and knowing the end...

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  3. Ah I have always suspected this of the older ones! Well done!

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  4. Oh this sounds like a sad destiny,.. and yes the memoir the end is always known.

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  5. sad and yes, powerful... the contrast makes it more so

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  6. smiles...nice play on a book....personally i would hope to be a good one to be passed around and dog eared by those that did not want to lose their place...smiles.

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  7. Oh! That is sad. Thought provoking and quite powerful...

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  8. Wonderful, heart renching poem.>KB

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  9. I'm useless weith riddles.>KB

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  10. Sad how words become forgotten... Loved the end.
    Anna :o]

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  11. Felt like a rag doll...forgotten person. Very sad and well written.

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  12. I specially like the ending ~ Yes, to know the ending is enough, we can rest with all of our memories ~

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  13. ready for exposure to hungry eyes,
    lovingly held, caressed, admired.

    A lot of good can be gained from knowing how others fared in their life - coming this far! It's a pity not many put their paths taken into words. Nicely Myrna!

    Hank

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  14. This is powerful and beautiful. I am glad that I don't know the end - but would love to be recycled. And hug my memories tightly to me.

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  15. I'm glad she knew the stories end. She will be held and read in time.

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  16. When I was a teen I volunteered to work at the nursing home, for the stories I heard. Could be why I look through recycle bins first.

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  17. As a teen I volunteered to work at the nursing homes, for the stories I'd hear. and I love the used book shops too.

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  18. When I was a teen I volunteered to work at the nursing home, for the stories I heard. Could be why I look through recycle bins first.

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  19. Visiting from the G-Man tonight. This is very sad to me, Myrna. Most often I don't like to contemplate 'the end.'

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  20. Yes. Thank you for this beautiful insight.

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  21. Myrna Dear, what a beautifully melancholy story/poem.
    Still, as always with you, there is that positive nuance.
    Loved your integrated 55...:-)
    Thank you for this creative Gem,
    and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  22. I should recycle mine but can't bear to part with any...
    well done

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  23. Well, this could be a book, but it makes me think more of a diary or journal.

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  24. First, I took it literally, as I know how elderly people often feel, stuck away in nursing homes..and it was so sad.....but then gathered this is a riddle and Brian seems to have guessed it was a book - which makes sense. (I love memoir, my fave reading).........either way, a really good poem.

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  25. Your work speaks to me, but frankly I'm preferring delusions to such meditations of my own ageing. . . .

    ALOHA means "love" Myrna


    Comfort Spiral
    =^..^= <3

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  26. powerful and thought provoking. what a gift you are Myrna!

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  27. emotionally moving..used to visit nursing homes to comfort the elderly that did not have many visitors..it always broke my heart. Now as I am nearing the golden years, my own memories consume and I often wonder the purpose of life after a certain age. A poem evoking deep thoughts you have written her Myrna

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  28. Ah, very good. And I like the way you separated the word "segregated" by itself on the line.

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  29. A wistful piece, but so in keeping with the spirit of the challenge. And such a great twist at the conclusion, with 'the end' right there where it would be in such a tome.

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