The True Nature of Loss

The True Nature of Loss 

 

As she entered the room,

I suddenly

remembered the scent

and the taste

and the feel of orchards

and harbours

and sixteen other sacred

places that

   I visited during my youth ..

And although

I never quite forgot them

I no longer

think of them each day or

mourn their

existential passing, such is

   the nature of loss ..

 

 

 

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Loss is a scar that takes time to heal but never quite does or ever does. It hangs waiting attention come dawn and dusk and in between. It hurts.

Your words hurt, as you must do to understand how..

'As she entered the room,
I suddenly
remembered the scent
and the taste
and the feel of orchards
and harbours
and sixteen other sacred
places that.. '

Beautifully sad.

[Neville]

thank you for your understanding emmajoygreen

[Relic]

I find it funny how a scent can remind me within seconds of a place or person from my past. I think there are different kinds of loss, but they all hurt no matter what they are.

[Neville]

absolutely, me too my friend .. Oh' and thank you for stopping by .. and here was me thinking you had forsaken me .. cheers, Neville

[Relic]

haha, no way. :)

[Chris Shaw]

All losses are felt deeply at the beginning, but then can soften with time. The scents, taste and touch are always remembered though. They aren’t forgotten with the fading of memories. This poem though, is very much of the present time I feel and it is most poignant. Have a good day Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

You are absolutely write on all counts our Chris bar one .. the inspiration for this particular scribble was lost to me quite some time ago now ..

Cheers tho' 🍷Neville

[Chris Shaw]

That is sad for you Neville. Sorry about that.

[John Sullivan]

I've lost family members to death, lost lovers to life, and have grown old enough to recognize I'm not young anymore. This one spoke to me

[Neville]

then consider it ours my friend because it feels like we are in the self same boat .. another much appreciated visit .. thank you John .. Neville

[John Sullivan]

As always Nev, the pleasure was mine. Cheers

[JD Major]

I guess loss, and mourning loss, has a life span like everything else.
...maybe "As she entered the room" signifies hope. I hope so.

[Neville]

thanks for visiting these lonely words of mine JD .. so far singularly appreciated .. please accept my kindest .. Neville