Sunday, January 24, 2016

every little thing

It is the little things that comes back to tug your heart...




photo by jdurham
image from morguefile.com




every little thing




the ache comes back sometimes
you thought the pain has passed
in the dark a sudden
flare of a match
as it lights a cigarette

it comes back on the train
during rush hour the click
of high heels on concrete
a pair of long legs
in a short skirt

it walks with me in malls
aimless through the muzak
mere squares of glass but for
a teddy bear smiling back
from a display window

back out in the streets
the weather mean and unforeseen
cold rain on my face
sudden, on a evening's day.
just like the night you left.


28/03/2014
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“I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes”

-- Vladimir Nabokov


Shared on Poetry Pantry #286 at Poets United.






© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2016

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17 Comments:

Blogger Mary said...

I understand completely! Sometimes it takes a long time to lose that ache. Or perhaps really one never does...perhaps it just goes deeper in and sits there. One would hope that perhaps the ache won't be so intense as time passes or that other joys will rise up in one's life & make the ache only a pin prick in the whole wonderful scheme of life! Really like this poem...the last stanza packs a punch.

24 January, 2016 23:04  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you, Mary. i think anyone who suffers a loss of a loved one will understand this. we think we have gotten over it, and maybe we have, but some little image comes back & triggers a flashback.
i think Nabakov's quote nicely sums up what i wrote. :)

24 January, 2016 23:27  
Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

Sigh... that ache takes a long time to go and yes I can understand what its like to have lost someone whom you loved so much. Well written.

24 January, 2016 23:44  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

no, Sanaa, it's not really easy to get over it.. :)

24 January, 2016 23:48  
Anonymous Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Such an ache here of those memories....your quote once again complements your wonderful poem!

25 January, 2016 00:07  
Blogger  said...

This makes me think of his little girl having grown up to be a teenaged runaway. Heartbreaking.

25 January, 2016 01:52  
Blogger Matthew Henningsen said...

This was a wonderful one to read. I love the memories here, the suddenness, the shock, of time rushing back... and all the people and places that do this to you.
Thanks for this!

25 January, 2016 02:26  
Blogger ~Broken voices~ said...

It's always hard to frequent those places you and a lost love visited often. It's not an easy thing to forget..

25 January, 2016 02:43  
Blogger brudberg said...

Oh I really love the visuals.. how the memory can come back at a moment when we least expect it.. then the ache is back... and we cannot mend, just let it harden to scar tissue... love how your presented it, the first two stanzas particularly...

25 January, 2016 03:12  
Blogger James Toma said...

I know the feeling of losing someone. It's hard and painful and that's why we need space to heal.

25 January, 2016 08:51  
Blogger Myrna R. said...

A heartbreak takes a long time to heal. I like the quote that sums up your poem.

25 January, 2016 09:28  
Blogger Marcoantonio Arellano said...

oh the aches and pains of life. you expressed them well

gracias

25 January, 2016 19:18  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Donna,

yes, i think the quote complements the poem quite well. :)


Shawna,

that's an interesting thought. where did you get the idea of 'his little girl having grown up to be a teenaged runaway'? is it the photo?
anyway, thanks for the visit. :)


Matthew,

thank you! memories can be a strange beast to understand. :)


Tatius,

no, it's really not an easy thing to forget.


Bjorn,

thanks!
"and we cannot mend, just let it harden to scar tissue" : these words really describe the effects of a loss neatly.


James,

it's hard, and yes we need the space, we need to have other things to occupy the mind.


Myrna,

i think the quote sums up the poem pretty well. :)


Marcoantonio,

thank you, amigo!

25 January, 2016 21:28  
Blogger Jae Rose said...

Oh..what we carry with us through soulless malls and shops..that teddy bear feels harsh..sometimes it feels harder being a thinker/reflective type...a day of empty headed glee sometimes feels welcome..a vivid poem which resonates fully

25 January, 2016 21:44  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

soulless malls, ha! she was fond of teddy bears, and so it always reminds me of her.
thank you kindly, Jae. :)

26 January, 2016 21:26  
Blogger A Cuban In London said...

The aches and pains of life, huh? Where would we be without those knocks? :-)

Greetings from London.

29 January, 2016 05:46  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

yes, what would life be like without some aches and pains? i guess those knocks harden us up a bit. always great to see you around, Cubano. :)

29 January, 2016 20:22  

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