Through the veil of a vague remembrance
something tries to shine distinctly
Something claims the honour of
being remembered beyond the pale.
And whether truth or wishful thinking
it vies for recognition
And whether relevant to a fact
it remains relevant to us all.
It is not the collective notion
of a notion of our past
Nor the romanticised rebellion
in delusion against the truth
It is rather just a memory
mixed and mattered by circumstance
For it is our pain and how
we each deal with it in the end.
© The Hairy Teacher, April 12 (Easter Sunday), 2020
It is really nice to read Your poems!
Truly deep ones they are.
If you write poetry, or have opinions, please pass some on.