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Thursday, September 08, 2016

Say Goodbye

Rarely does life afford us
a discrete goodbye;

the pendulum of life
keeps swinging us back
to the sites
of our greatest failings.

We rarely
say goodbye
and mean it
because
we can’t control
who or what
will walk blithely into
the unmade beds
of our lives.

So when you ask me
to say goodbye to my sins,
my false idols,
and to the cursed miscreant
I wish to repudiate,
I fail.

These weaknesses,
these tattoos purchased
while intoxicated,
now brand me
and lay
dull and flat
inside this profaned skin

and they never
say goodbye
either.

13 comments:

  1. We all fail sometimes and often goodbye is really see you later.

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  2. I love how deep and tender this poem is. Yes we do rarely say and mean goodbye to a lot of things as we somehow have hope attached to them ❤ Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. Ouch.. I can feel those tattoos.. like you are branded with unsaid goodbyes... wonderful metaphor..

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  4. "will walk blithely into
    the unmade beds"
    This jumped out at me. I could try to say goodbye, but the past is always there.

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  5. Some goodbyes are never really goodbyes ~ Some are like, see you later!

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  6. walk blithely into...the unmade beds
    of our lives.... that's so well said.. it is hard at times to break free.

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  7. "These weaknesses,
    these tattoos purchased
    while intoxicated
    now brand me"

    Wow. Powerful lines.

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  8. Mother Wintermoon8:33 PM

    Deep and powerful words. I felt it in my core.

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  9. A very subtle poem...beautiful lines!

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  10. Goodbye is like a rubber band that keeps pulling you back; it seems like none of us can let go. Better not to say it. I love those lines:
    'we can’t control
    who or what
    will walk blithely into
    the unmade beds
    of our lives'
    How true!

    And:
    'These weaknesses,
    these tattoos purchased
    while intoxicated,
    now brand me'.

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  11. Wow. I do wonder if given the chance to end it once and for all, would we really have the guts say goodbye?

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  12. 'the unmade beds of our lives' - I love that image. Honest from the-gut poem, B.

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  13. This a deep emotional piece. Beautifully written! <3

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