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There’s not a lot to be said about this one, other than the fact that it’s a mostly symbolic lamentation about the last echoes of one’s childhood slipping away, and maybe seeing certain snatches of memories, where you realised just how fleeting time really is, and just how merciless, unforgiving and unyielding reality can sometimes be. It often reminds me of that endlessly clichéd Biblical verse from 1 Corinthians 13:11 about ‘putting away childish things’, and which is included at the start of the piece in its most well-known (KJV) modern iteration.
In my own case, one of those poignant memories was seeing the final months of my Maternal Grandfather’s life, after a series of strokes had finally robbed him of his power of speech, and he was indeed confined to, as the band Death Cab For Cutie stated it so well in their song, “What Sarah Said”
“In that place, where we only say ‘goodbye’”.
Another occurred over the course of several evenings in April of 1997, whilst climbing a rural hill at dusk, and seeing Comet Hale-Bopp gradually starting to shine forth, and realising that it was one of those ‘defining moments in history’ in more ways than one (and indeed it was, for many people, not the least of which were the members of the Doomsday ‘Heaven’s Gate’ Cult, who decided to ‘shed their earthly bodies’ in order to ‘ascend to the alien vessel’ that was apparently hiding in the tail of the comet. Maybe yet another piece of my own childhood went there, too.
In my own case, one of those poignant memories was seeing the final months of my Maternal Grandfather’s life, after a series of strokes had finally robbed him of his power of speech, and he was indeed confined to, as the band Death Cab For Cutie stated it so well in their song, “What Sarah Said”
“In that place, where we only say ‘goodbye’”.
Another occurred over the course of several evenings in April of 1997, whilst climbing a rural hill at dusk, and seeing Comet Hale-Bopp gradually starting to shine forth, and realising that it was one of those ‘defining moments in history’ in more ways than one (and indeed it was, for many people, not the least of which were the members of the Doomsday ‘Heaven’s Gate’ Cult, who decided to ‘shed their earthly bodies’ in order to ‘ascend to the alien vessel’ that was apparently hiding in the tail of the comet. Maybe yet another piece of my own childhood went there, too.
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Lately, vignettes of early childhood memories have been floating through my waking hour. They are ghosts. Images faded into gossamer tendrils drift through that internal space and I'm not able to much more than ignore these four decade old phantoms lest they remind that the clock is ticking and there is little joy in that past. There's good things in the more recent past and even this poem, at this very moment, with the sadness of loss contained within is still a good thing. Here and now a thing is shared.
Thank you for your insightful comments once again.
It's always one of those great moments, where you feel you've done your job as a poet, when someone else can grab onto something you've put out there, and maybe see something or pull something out of it as profound as you intended. :)
It's always one of those great moments, where you feel you've done your job as a poet, when someone else can grab onto something you've put out there, and maybe see something or pull something out of it as profound as you intended. :)
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