Etched within my soul
a lifetime of remembering,
having either wings to fly
but perhaps a void
from a dusty box.
Each moment
rich or poor; sifted
into stickered boxes,
some often opened,
others locked and chained,
maybe one day.
It's the extremes
that carve the soul,
flooding
when another creeps in.
From lurking shadows
to promising dreams,
pain and bliss
reside therein.
Scales everchanging,
seesawing
with each fresh
recollection.
Time will balance
when the stars extinguish.
Author notes
Prompt-
“Memory is the scribe of the soul.” Aristotle BC384-322, Greek Philosopher.
In a list
A contest entry
- PIF contest Free verse inpired by a quote from Aristototle, by Starswhispers by Starswhispers.
1000 points, ended October 7, 2007, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Excellent title. Excellent "etched within my soul a lifetime of remembering." word choice with "etch" strongly indicating that at some level, even the things we consider insignificant have surprising 'staying power.'
Very nice divisions between "rich and poor" and frequented and "locked and chained" memories. Interesting observation, "extremes...carve the soul." They could be extremes in experiences, or sensitivities and reactions to experiences. Is it in the reflection upon one's varied lifetime that the "scales...seesaw with each fresh recollection?"
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A wonderful write analysing the essence of memories with a beautiful choice of words, if i dare i feel that the first two stanzas are much stronger than the rest and wonder if they could stand on their own.
I truly enjoyed the soul journey through your words. Thank you so much for entering this piece into my contest.
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oh wow this was amazing and so beautifully written
it held alot of imagery and emotions within it
well done and best of luck
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Bravo
Poetry at its best...insight offerred as beautifully written prose.
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