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Everything can be Forgotten
He was a translator and accomplished poet.
A professor having been knighted
By a king of Portugal.
Leaving two sons who
Survived him when he died.
And he remembered none of it by then.
Murmuring how "Everything can be forgotten"
When every memory had parted ways.
Except a few words marked as the poet's,
In between long periods of bird calls
As winds from beyond
Parted the branches of trees.
The sentinels standing silent watched
When the birds carried the poet away.
It came to me: the memories go on ahead,
Setting up camp for when it's time.
Time to leave, filled with wanderlust,
And a new journal.
Edwin Honig (1919 - 2011)
A professor having been knighted
By a king of Portugal.
Leaving two sons who
Survived him when he died.
And he remembered none of it by then.
Murmuring how "Everything can be forgotten"
When every memory had parted ways.
Except a few words marked as the poet's,
In between long periods of bird calls
As winds from beyond
Parted the branches of trees.
The sentinels standing silent watched
When the birds carried the poet away.
It came to me: the memories go on ahead,
Setting up camp for when it's time.
Time to leave, filled with wanderlust,
And a new journal.
Edwin Honig (1919 - 2011)
Published 2nd Nov 2017
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3rd Nov 2017 2:53am
I lost a grandmother to Alzheimer's. This was a heartfelt tribute very well crafted.
3rd Nov 2017 4:11am
Ahavati, I really appreciate you sharing that with me, and your thoughts on this piece. My heart goes out to how it turned out with your grandmother.
And thank you for adding me to your Followed Poets.
And thank you for adding me to your Followed Poets.
7th Nov 2017 10:11am
You're poem it has touched my heart feelings and led me tears drop down on my cheecks and to remember my loved parents though I were love them so much but they have gone and left me in deep sadness...congratulation for good work
Oh my goodness, sir coolman, I'm sorry to hear of the loss of your parents and the sadness it brings. My condolences to you, and my gratitude for how my poem has touched you. I am very moved.
7th Nov 2017 10:28am
