I wish, I wish, I wish,
the star, the flying horse, the dancing diamond,
had not shrunk to a simple pinprick of light,
the rainbow dreams grown monochrome,
a mist of rain against black cliffs.
I wish the children had not grown to people
with no need of a hand to hold,
distant as a special field beneath a lark-filled sky,
elusive as rain on black cliffs.
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Just another blog of random thoughts.
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
lines that aim to be
And then I stop and sit and eat.
How poignant. Wishes flying off on wings.
Thank you. That’s how it feels sometimes.
Your writing always expresses quite deep and heartfelt emotions.
I’m glad you think so. It’s what I try to do, helps me sort out my feelings.
Writing has that ability or should do.
I agree. The aim is to be liberating for the writer but not so intensely personal that the emotions can’t be understood by everyone.
I think the choice of words is quite important.
Telling an old story in a new way;
First the dog and now this. You speak my heart tonight …
It’s all getting rather emotional this end.
Of course it is. It’s a huge thing you are doing. You are in my thoughts. 🌹
Beautifully written, Jane. I sometimes have those wishes too – especially the one about children. ❣️
I’m glad I’m not the only one. In one way, it’s a relief they can stand on their own two feet. In another, it’s heartbreaking to feel not really needed any more.
Indeed… though I found as adults they still needed me in some ways, but it’s not the same as when they were children. I feel a lot of nostalgia for those days.
What I find sad is that they don’t always remember things the same way we do. What looked like unadulterated good times were sometimes, for one or other of them, spoiled by some childish worry that they never expressed.
Yes! It’s been the same with mine. Must be universal and probably the same with us and our own parents.
Children and adults don’t speak the same language, see things the same way, pay attention to the same details. Not surprising really their pasts are so different.
That’s true. Even siblings remember things differently.
I have one daughter who has such a fantasy approach to memories, I look around at the others and see the jaws drop. There’s usually a consensus that she has got it all completely wrong.
I know that happens, not just in families but among old friends and classmates. It always amazes me, and also makes me sad. It’s like we no longer share the same history.
It’s frightening in a way. Like asking what is real, what is the truth. If everyone has a different version, you’re right, we have lost our grip on our memories.
I once read something about “the Mandela Effect”. If you look that up on the internet there are lots of articles about it. No real explanation but lots of theories as to why we remember different versions of events. Makes one ponder…. At least no one is alone in experiencing it.
I’ll look it up. I know my mother and her sister have diametrically opposed memories of a particular incident with their father. One memory is flattering, the other is just the opposite.
My older son and I were just talking about this. He’s also very familiar with the phenomena. He and I both have really good memories yet sometimes we have different versions of the same event too.
Sometimes they circle back though…(k)
I shall probably look forward to that in a little while.
It has its good and bad sides…(like everything else)
Just like people, I suppose 🙂