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)

21.2.18

The Baggage


For the (fictional) series,"Edges".
His Voice 
The Baggage

 I love to wake to the smell of the sea
carried on the wind. The pain I also wake to
ebbs a little, along with both fame and shame.
All the trappings of my life stay dormant 
(brief gift of this place in first early light)
which amazes me – though it's only for a moment.
Then the list re-chalks itself onto the slate
along with the judgments of the mainstream.
If only I could start again: a baby, a blank.
But it cannot be. I shoulder my freight.  

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13 comments:

  1. Sanaa Rizvi14 March 2018 at 03:30

    Sigh... there are often times when we regret our past... when faced with an irreversible mistake or overwhelming pain. That is when we wish for a do-over.. but at the end of the day we know it isn't possible. A most evocative write.

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  2. Magaly Guerrero14 March 2018 at 07:35

    We do what we must. Because we don't have a choice. We can only hope that in doing what we must we find most of what we wish for.

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  3. Timoteo14 March 2018 at 07:51

    Being a baby is overrated, as I remember it. :) This is lovely!

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  4. Neeraj Khanka14 March 2018 at 08:25

    This is deep...yes the list re-chalks itself on the slate and we are unable to stop it.
    May be we can add more beautiful things on the slate and it might help to reduce the pain.

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  5. kaykuala14 March 2018 at 11:58

    If only I could start again: a baby, a blank.
    But it cannot be. I shoulder my freight.

    A wish and a desire! It is good to just ramble away about such memories

    Hankm

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  6. Thotpurge14 March 2018 at 13:03

    a baby, a blank... wonderful writing!

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  7. Kim M. Russell14 March 2018 at 19:41

    Your opening lines filled my lungs with a sea breeze, Rosemary, and I'm glad to live near the coast. There is so much I recognise in the lines:
    'All the trappings of my life stay dormant
    (brief gift of this place in first early light)
    ...
    Then the list re-chalks itself onto the slate'.

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  8. Gillena Cox14 March 2018 at 22:17

    Ah yes aging does that. We are slowed down whether we like it or not. And left with all the yearnings to do so much more. Now that we have the experience of hope and the platform of review.

    Much🌼love

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  9. brudberg15 March 2018 at 08:15

    I think we sometimes all want to start out again... the baggage just seems to grow.

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  10. Susie Clevenger15 March 2018 at 15:09

    Oh, there are days I feel the weight of years... I try to unpack as often as I can some of the guilt I shouldn't have packed in the first place.

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  11. Old Egg15 March 2018 at 16:16

    How often we want to turn back the years to erase a part of our lives. But life is like that we learn from what we do wrong. So mistakes early are fine they all part of our education. If we remember where we went wrong we should be OK in future.

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  12. Margaret16 March 2018 at 05:18

    starting each day like that, refreshed - we CAN learn to let go - somedays are just hard than others.

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