He looks up at his antique
guns, mounted on the wall.
Only in choleric states
does he rest his eyes.
His diabetes acting up; nothing
but trash playing on the radio
these days.
Only memories bring him solace --
delivered in the soft hands
of the one he loves.
The one he buried years ago.
Author notes
Quote option #8: cant ever remember anything, without a past, can you even prove you exist.
Credit to "Ergo Proxy"
A contest entry
- Options, Quotes. by LoveDeprived.
700 points, ended December 1, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh my
This is very good and so sad and yes as we each go through our walks in our life often we see those we love no longer beside us but displayed a a loving memory upon the wall or framed and in our minds as we close our eyes can bring back yesterdays and a smile shared for remebering is an embrace from heaven from those past .
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Such a sad write. Without memories we have very little, especially as we grow older. This is a very touching piece, beautifully penned. Good luck in the contest with it
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thank u lots for taking a look. much love and respect to you
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i like this short, precise, impactful!. A lot of imagery for a short one. Plus good choice of quote. The quote itself gave me problems how to be inspired by it, through this atleast gave me a better perspective towards the quote. The way you titled the poem is just simply brilliant; the title connects with the write. I don't know if I got this right: an old man who buried his wife i presume, who forgets due to perhaps age duh, and the only way he can prove he exist is of course non other but a person's memories, his memories; of his dead wife. Tragic and touching. Well done!
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