“We forget all too soon the things we thought we could
never forget.
We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we
whispered
and what we screamed, forget who we were.”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem
The never forget we so carefully place
on our tongues and in tissue boxes
gathers the same dust as last year’s
Christmas cards.
We are collectors of passion, outrage,
offenses, a museum of emotions.
Sulfur here, water there, hypocrisy’s offspring
stuck on wash, rinse, and repeat.
Fade in our bloom, lose what we should find…
It makes no sense, but we spin it through a few adjectives
and thin excuses until there’s enough sugar coat to keep
us blind.
©Susie Clevenger 2018
Comments
stuck on wash, rinse, and repeat'
True words here. Liking this one!
but then, life is a delicate balance of subtle re-adjustments .... we forgive, sometimes, we forget, we make excuses, and of course, we turn it all inside out, outside in ...
sometimes, I just think, "wow, are we a social experiment gone horribly wrong" ... but then, reading a poem like this, which really just is snap full of great words and phrases, and is so wonderfully layered, makes me think, well - if anything, there is the body of works and words and "us" that can continue ... to face and undo the "faces" ... and this has to be worth something positive ....
I really like your piece Susie. It packs a wonderful "wallop" ...