Hello, beautiful readers! I hope you all are having a wonderful weekend. Mine has been filled with different events with friends. I am blessed to have several different friend groups that enjoy getting together and having fun. It refills my energy cup after an exhausting week.
Today, I am participating in Wea've Written Weekly's Prompt #235. Dennis invites us to write a poem about an abstraction as if it could think, speak, and act for itself. He asked us to consider what it might say or how might it behave. I decided to personify memory. I read once that teachers have over 1,000 thoughts a day while teaching. It's exhausting. I also know that my memory is faulty. So, I thought it would be fun to give my memory her own personality.
Memory's Burden
exhausted
that's what I am
your constant input of
unimportant information
makes keeping my filing cabinet
neat and organized
impossible
I attempted to keep moments
preciously grouped by
date and importance
but you overwhelm my synapses with
useless details
I tried going digital
to keep up with the times
to increase my space
but that made things worse
now information is being lost
to the deep crevices of our brain
before I can tag the file
for easy retrieval
I can't keep up
and you blame me for your inability
to remember past events
you show no gratitude
for my exhausting efforts
to keep you functioning
to the best of my ability
At this point
I give up
I'm going on vacation
and the new files can find their own
happy place to land
most of the input will be
useless, random crap
not worthy of filing anyway
so good luck
figuring it all out without me
maybe when I get back
you'll appreciate me a bit more
that is,
if you even notice
I've left
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I like your take on remembering! The pace is relentless!
ReplyDeleteIt really is! Lol! Thanks for stopping by, Heather! :-)
DeleteYou brought this to mind from T.S.Eliot's "Murder in the Cathedral:
ReplyDeleteFirst Tempter:
Now that the King and you are in amity,
Clergy and laity may return to gaiety,
Mirth and sportfulness need not walk warily.
Thomas Becket:
You talk of seasons that are past. I remember.
First Tempter:
Not worth forgetting.
I love that I brought this excerpt to your mind! Thanks for sharing that with me. :-)
DeleteYvette, I love how Memory finally quits its thankless office job, and that last little jab about whether we’ll even notice she’s gone is both hilarious and painfully clever!
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Thank you, David! I'm happy you enjoyed my poem. I appreciate you visiting. :-)
DeleteEnjoyed your brilliant take, Yvette.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Indira! I appreciate your visit! :-)
DeleteLove this and sounds familiar, Yvette :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Denise! I appreciate you visiting! :-)
DeleteHi, Yvette❣️
ReplyDeleteJust wanna let you know that our weekly W3, hosted by our beloved Josie, is now live:
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Much love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Thank you, David! I'll check it out. :-)
DeleteA very interesting take on the prompt. Well done. I'm having computer problems at the moment. For some reason you are the only person I can comment on . However this may not last. ....Rall
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rall! I have had people tell me that Blogger is having attitude right now. I'm happy you were able to comment on my blog. :-)
Deletehi, Yvette❣
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Much love,
David
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Thank you, David! I'll check it out now. :-)
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