Laden

I must not think too much
Surrounded by colors, textures, objects...
I must avoid the tempting triggers
That would have me reminisce

Must not dissect the choices
Nor mark the endings
It is all too sad, too hard
And still too raw

Joy clothes the simple
And so I must look back
When feelings, old appendages
Grow cold, numb and dead

My antidote. I will forget.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/19/2009 08:38PM by mg.

Easier said than done, mg. I can relate to the feelings of loss expressed here.

Mary

Mary, thank you for reading and commenting. You're right, definitely easier said than done.

mg

I wish to forget
and the effort is colored
with wishfulness,
washing away the forgetfulness
again.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/26/2009 08:01PM by petersz.

I like that Peter. Thanks for coming by.

mg...simplify and let a little of that joy fall around you

I enjoyed the reflection in this one

I also find this very touching and very insightful. "raw" justifies waiting. Colaborating with time is one key. I like how you put the last stanza:

Joy clothes the simple
And so I must look back
When feelings, old appendages
Grow cold, numb and dead

My antidote. I will forget.

I love the idea of "antidote"; however, I think that "dead" and to "forget" are not quite possible. I too was there on many occasions and empathise!

K.Q.

Frost42_24 and K.Q., thank you both for reading and commenting.

I also think you're right, and it isn't "quite possible." I wrote the poem out of an overflow of emotion that had no other outlet. I wish there were an antidote.

mg