this ring I wear
for fifty odd years
is all that’s left
of a man
apart from a tie pin
an ashtray
some pictures
to chronicle
he passed by
this way
and imprinted
my life
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These lines are spare and succinct but you speak for many of us. In my case it was a watch (which I too took as the heart of a poem).
Thank you, John.
Always strange how we leave ourselves in the things around us. As if the world needed us more than we need it. As if it were absorbing us, our memories, our lives in its own delirium, its long dream. And, then when we come upon them again they seem to offer us the only power that counts, the power of memory and imagination to disturb us into beauty.
Beautifully said.
So glad you have the ring…and memories. Never forget the good things.
One never should.
Lately, I’ve taken to wearing my mom’s charm bracelet, which hasn’t had a new charm added since the mid-1970s. The weight on my wrist and the sounds of charms tinkling together brings me comfort, comfort I really didn’t know I needed.
Thanks for your poem.
And thanks for sharing your feelings about your mom’s charm bracelet. I understand completely.