To life!

There was a wellness.

I expected nothing, except everything nice
(forever the knight in his white shining armour)
a life in the way it more or less should have been.
I expected nothing though and I never would,
the armour has rusted and is squeaking like hell.
I expected nothing from the promises made,
and got what I expected, so everything’s well.

There were some whispers.

I believed in nothing, except: everyone dies
(forever the hearse passing by my front windows)
as death is the way all more or less will be.
I believed in nothing though and I never would,
my windows need cleaning and my view is with dirt.
I believed in nothing from the promises made.
and got what I believed in, the whispers unheard.

There were memories.

I did forget nothing, except all the bold lies
(forgiven they are, as I now know the truth well)
it’s too late anyway to look further back now.
I did forget nothing though and I never shall
as our vows we renewed and new rings have been bought.
I did forget nothing from the promises made,
and what I remember, I would never have sought.

Comments on: "To life!" (12)

  1. Lovely Ina – this one feels quite intense…

  2. Ina, what a contemplative poem on our inner struggle on what we have desired, hoped for, believes in and what it is that things have become. I kept seeing my recent post in your words. The questioning, the uncertainity, the finality of things as they are. Beautiful expressiveness here Ina.

    • Hi walter, thank you very much for this wonderful comment. Your posts are always a delight to read and see. πŸ™‚

  3. This is an absolutely beautiful love poem.

    And those new rings must mean such a lot.

    One of your very best

    Arohanui

    David
    xxx

    • Hi David

      thank you very much! πŸ™‚ I am thrilled πŸ™‚

      I never wore much jewelry, except the stuff you saw me with lol, that belonged to my mother, but this ring is special, more so because my original wedding ring got lost.

      Arohanui πŸ™‚ and thanks again πŸ˜‰
      xxx
      Ina

  4. I love the repetition in this love poem, Ina. It dances and signs in unison with the circle of the ring that never ends, but goes on forever. In the best poetry art and craft become a single expression that remains in the mind after the reading of the poem is done. In this poem you have achieved that ideal.

  5. This is beautiful – no need to say more!

    Just simply lovely! (Oops I have said more!!LOL)

    Love and hugs xx

  6. Especially love the last line, Ina–‘what I remember, I would never have sought’

    A sense of letting life happen, not always an easy thing to do.

    • Thank you very much, yes, we sometimes overlook what is in front of us, while we search… πŸ™‚

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