We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

8.2.18

At the End



Written in response to Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Shoes


At the End

At the end of his life
he wore slippers,
sometimes only bedsocks,
for his comfort.

After he died, 
I noticed how shabby
even his “good” shoes 
had gradually become.
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10 comments:

  1. WildChild479 February 2018 at 08:08

    Odd that you've brought this up - often, what we hold in our minds, the memories of things, objects - isn't what we end up finding and really seeing .... especially when someone is gone. It's as if memory/mind plays tricks .....

    I was thinking of this the other day, when someone had made reference to a relative's "once very pricey furniture" - and how even with careful care after many years, classic can look shabby and dated. Tired.

    Your poem Rosemary is brief but perfectly and poignantly to the point! Well done. :)

    And welcome to your new blog space - I hope you're settling in well.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade9 February 2018 at 08:47

      Many thanks for this positive and detailed feedback. And I'm glad to know that I can get comments! In fiddling with settings, I managed to delete several other lovely comments on this post, beyond restoration. At least I did read them first. And your comment, welcome in itself, also furnishes proof I have now fixed whatever I did sufficiently to let new ones come in. Whew!

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    2. WildChild479 February 2018 at 09:58

      It's too bad that you accidentally deleted comments beyond hope - I've done that too. It can be hard when suddenly everything seems, looks and is different. And just so you know, even to leave a comment is different and takes a bit of getting used to, so I'm thinking well all get through this together :) I'm sure you'll get this all straightened out with time. And the space is looking lovely so far.

      And it was a pleasure reading :)

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    3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade9 February 2018 at 23:11

      Thanks again. :)

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  2. DD9 February 2018 at 13:41

    Poignant and evocative. Excellent. Thanks.

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  3. Anjum Wasim Dar14 February 2018 at 08:38

    slippers support us in the later years more than anything else I guess

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  4. Intelliblog14 February 2018 at 23:36

    Gulp... And in the end everything is worn away: The machine of our body, our keen mind, our clothes and yes, even our "good" shoes.
    A wonderful write, Rosemary.

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  5. Susan22 February 2018 at 00:25

    Perfect! Perfectly and re-markedly true. I have been thinking about this exact phenomenon this week.

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  6. annell419 May 2018 at 05:14

    It is true...it is said, get ride of "eye-sores," before they become common. I think after a while, we don't really see anymore. xoxoxo

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade19 May 2018 at 08:01

      Ha, I hadn't heard that saying, but I like it.

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