Butterfly Wings

Entered in the comp "Your Greatest Fear", because being forgotten is mine...  
JJ

How many remember their great great grandparents names an wot they did? On average that's how long you have until forgotten.
Unless your found by a publisher, or leave behind some awesome sick stained masterpiece lol

A nice easy read with a romantic sentiment behind it..a good Sunday morning read

Very nice :)

Thanks for reading and commenting Freya! I have published 2 books of poems and am working on a third. But publishing means nothing if no one buys them and I have no children to have children to have children to forget me. Still, I want something of me to remain as a monument to my existence. There is no dna trail, so only my poetry will be left behind to remind the world I was here...
JJ

I bet most of us wonder these same things..will our life matter in the grander scheme of things?...
will any of our ideas resonate beyond our life....I think you summed it up beautifully. Well done and good luck in the comp!

Thank you Miki! I think if I outlive everyone I know, then I won't have to worry about being forgotten, but then no one will remember me... I'm just going to have to live forever. And that's how religion began...
JJ

Such thoughts passed my mind. Surely the inner me, my soul my consciousness will go on. Surely someone will read me or mention my name in the far future...and then again why would I be remembered and for what. That write was so relatable, Poetryman.:) Good luck in the comp.

Thank you Grace! One of the reasons I post my poems on line is that I hope they will be read by someone in 20 years and they will wonder who I was. Maybe they will decide to read more and explore my heart. In a way, my heart will beat on forever as long as someone reads the words that were born there...
JJ

It is surely a writers biggest fear to be forgotten or unread - our legacy, in fact my only legacy is my words. I would hate to think they would die with me

excellent poem really got me thinking :-)

Thank you David. I remember when I was a boy, playing in the cemetery at the end of our street, climbing on the big tombstones and reading the names and dates of the people buried there, wondering who they were. Just names and the dates they lived and died so they would be remembered. I often wondered what mine would look like, but I always thought it should say more than when I was born and when I died. That's not much to go on. But now, as I get older and my health deteriorates, I find myself too poor to buy a plot of land and a gravestone to even mark a spot in the ground that I ever even existed. I will be burned to a crisp in an oven and my ashes will be encased in an urn, or perhaps spread across the ground, cast into the wind or dropped from the top of the waterfall in my favorite place in the world. But there will be no stone with my name and dates of my life, so what then? No children bear my name or DNA or carry a single memory of me. Without my poetry, I will simply vanish from the world. So I want my poems to matter. I want my verse to be more than reflections of love and heartache, more than rants about things that made me angry. I want my heart to be remembered more than my face or my name. JJ Johnson was here and this is my story!

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jj

This is very nice to read, I enjoyed it

Thank you!

Well everything you do matters now, rather you know it or not. And yes, we want to smell our flowers while we can. You might not hear people acknowledge your intelligence, talent, creativity, or just being a great man. You might not hear them praise your poetic gift in a way that make you believe your words are really getting through to them, but trust me, it’s the silent listeners, readers, people who are dealing with things you write about that hear you in quiet solitude. Your words have always touched me………always will.....and there's many more readers out there that feels the way I do. xo

My dear friend Rain, you must stop feeding my ego. My head keeps banging into the ceiling fan. Soon I will be unable to get out of my door and remain trapped in my apartment forever... lol, you make me feel great when my world is twisting like a tornado. You are the eye of my hurricane, the peace and quiet that holds the fury of the world beyond my bubble! Thank you!
JJ

Ok so I def just joined this site about an hour or so ago and this is the best I've read so far.  Such depth! I love this!

Well, that's not much of a sample size, but I'll take all the compliments I can get! Thank you. There's thousands of outstanding poems on DUP, I think a few of mine are pretty good too...
JJ

"Upon the pages of time where my song echoes in rhyme
Still, will they be read tomorrow or quietly die in eternity?
Will anything I do matter one day after my heart forgets how to beat?
Or will poets recite my verse to celebrate my birth long after I'm dead?"

Only DU sees my deepest thoughts...sometimes I wonder what'll happen when I'm suddenly gone. Will my words just be ashes long after they were lit? Wonderful write, sir. My thoughts penned by wonderful hands.

Thank you for reading and commenting! I think everyone wonders if they will leave a lasting legacy. Poets and other artists create on a tapestry of love, the song of our soul hat we hope is as immortal as its inspiration. The internet will not last forever, so I published books hoping to make them a little more permanent. Who knows, maybe everything on earth will turn to dust eventually, but there is always a chance that someone will read my poetry and I will be remembered. Along these same lines, I wrote a poem called "In the Bag" you might like.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/227044-in-the-bag-inspired-by-the-final-wake/
JJ

deep ink JJ we all hope our writes aren't just fruitless drawings in the sands of time washed away as fast as they are read..

love Brenda

Thank you for the wise words Brenda! My hope is that my poetry will be a monument to my life, a reminder that I was here. For as long as the internet survives, so will my voice and written word... jj

Every moment of everyday... you could not possibly be forgotten. Your writings have inspired me. And the numerous followers you have.  JJ you are one of the Master writers I personally have been learning to express myself on here. You are not just a scar in the sand. To me, you are the every changing colors and expanding coral reefs, that are refuge for the smaller entities that only you can protect.
✨Always peace Trish

And for my next book... thr Bible...
Lol
I truly appreciate the praise but feeding my ego will give me an inflated head which could burst at any moment. Please keep all pins and needles safely stowed away in the baggage compartment. My next several readings will be of my introspective self poems. Looking inward is the only honest way to stay humble. But it does feel good to know others can feel my words and not forget me. This is why I always tell poets to write what is in your heart, because therein lies the universal truth, unboggled by the mind. It also helps that I have been writing and accumulating poems for the past 36 years...
Thank you Trish!
JJ