Feathered Memories

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.” -Rumi

Nothing left but time fleeting
and racing by
in a flurry of
feathered memories sublime

As the wilting petals fall
from the decaying rose
leaving the delicate heart exposed
What worth, what value
is this pulsing soul
if in the end
there is no one to honor, to hold?
For barren is
the one living without love

And the painful words,
they fall in silence
upon the dampened page
nothing here but blurred smudges
of sour tears to set the final stage
for the heart, now an empty vessel
will wither too soon and age

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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22 Comments on “Feathered Memories

  1. Time seems to speed up the older we get and you’ve conveyed that in the ‘flurry of feathered memories’ and the ‘decaying rose’. My favourite lines are:
    ‘…painful words,
    they fall in silence
    upon the dampened page
    nothing here but blurred smudges
    of sour tears to set the final stage
    for the heart…’

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  2. This is so sad. 😦

    “What worth, what value
    is this pulsing soul
    if in the end
    there is no one to honor, to hold?” … Love.

    Though it doesn’t have to go this way. My neighbor, our church pianist, is the most joyful soul I know. She is 78. She lost her husband a year or so ago, and she just went right on, painting, playing, gardening, smiling. She didn’t even seem sad, though I know she was. She just knows he’s waiting for her, so she just keeps plugging along with her hobbies and interests, thoroughly enjoying the time she has left. She is one of my favorite people in the world; I feel so blessed to have her in my life and in my children’s lives.

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  3. April is the cruelest month, and though people are joyful at the return of spring and green and blooms, it is also for some reason a time that brings uncertainty and anxiety as “flowers bloom like madness in the spring.” I am not sure why this is so, but it is.. Almost like fall in its evocation of regret and sadness as the alternate sides of hope and cheer.

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  4. I can’t imagine life without love…This is a beautiful expression of the cruelty life and April can bring.

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