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‘Forget me, World’ – a poem

11 Mar

Hello again, friends! Thanks for stopping by SGL. For proper ‘mood aesthetic’ to go with the poem today, I suggest you turn on this playlist.

When the daffodils bloom

and the frost has faded from memory.

When the gray days of winter have passed

and you can fill your lungs with fresh, crisp air.

When music spills out of houses as bright as a new born lamb.

When the war has been won and peace has been found,

forget me.

Do not recall the one who seems to you the villain that caused

all the destruction and chaos and death.

Do not use my name to scare children;

don’t recite my many mistakes;

don’t use them as proof of evil-doing.

Don’t keep my memory alive if it consists of dire warnings and heartbreak.

Forget me, world,

as if I never was born.

Forget me, world,

if you’ll all be blinded of the good I tried to do,

by the evil that was done in my name.

Forget me, world,

and let me lie in peace beneath the daffodils.

Prompt: write a poem or story inspired by this line: “World, forget me”

~This was written with a character from one of my stories, in mind.~

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Poem by Louisa May Alcott

20 Jan

Hello again, friends, I want to share a poem with you by Louisa May Alcott. She wrote it in memorium of her mother in the late 1870s. I know it is not a ‘happy’ poem but it is so artfully written that I knew I had to share it as soon as I had read it. poetry by Alcott

Transfiguration

Mysterious death! who in a single hour

Life’s gold can so refine,

and by thy art divine

change mortal weakness to immortal power!

Bending beneath the weight of eighty years, spent with the noble strife of a victorious life,

we watched her fading heavenward, through our tears.

But ere the sense of loss our hearts had wrung, a miracle was wrought;

And swift as happy thought She lived again – brave, beautiful and young.

Age, pain and sorrow dropped the veils they wore And showed the tender eyes of angels in disguise,

whose discipline so patiently she bore.

The past years brought their harvest rich and fair; While memory and love,

Together, fondly wove A golden garland for the silver hair.

How could we mourn like those who are bereft, when every pang of grief

Found balm for its relief In counting up the treasures she had left? ~

Faith that withstood the shocks of toll and time; Hope that defied despair;

Patience that conquered care ; And loyalty, whose courage was sublime;

The great deep heart that was a home for all ~ Just, eloquent and strong In protest against wrong;

Wide charity, that knew no sin, no fall;

The spartan spirit that made life so grand, Mating poor daily needs with high, heroic deeds,

That wrested happiness from Fate’s hard hand.

We thought to weep, but sing for joy instead, Full of the grateful peace That follows her release;

For nothing but the weary dust lies dead.

Oh! noble woman! Never more a queen Than in the laying down of scepter and of crown

To win a greater kingdom, yet unseen:

Teaching us how to seek the highest goal, to earn the true success – To live to love, to bless –

And make death proud to take a royal soul

~Louisa May Alcott

Thanks for stopping by, Laura Starr

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