Sake of Saving

This post was inspired by my friend scrunchfoldington over at Lemon Stingray Blues. His post Negging, really got me in a frame of mind to press on and not waste time. It invoked feelings in me that really hit close to home right now. The previous post I did was a reblog of his piece, Negging.

Here is my poem inspired by his piece: I hope it does his justice!

Kept it in glass.
Kept it under wraps, thinking dust would never erase it away.
Dust still crept in, time holding its’ eerie hands, polishing the glass and seeping into the matte material.
Tainted.
Little did I know, preserving you would not serve you in the end.
I wasted your best years.
I wasted your brilliant hues.
I’ve wasted the best of you, letting you fade and mildew away ,all for the sake of saving you.

2 responses to “Sake of Saving”

Scrunch Foldington

November 12, 2020 at 10:23 am

This is wonderful, I’m always amazed at how ‘meaning’ can meander between one mind and the next, creating a trail of thoughts and emotion from one place to another. The strangest part for me is learning more about what I was writing through reading your reflections.
‘Negging’ was inspired by looking at old photos (negatives – negging – haha another silly Scrunch moment) and looking back into the past. Your piece mirrors this initially, but then takes another step with the realistation that ‘preserving you would not serve you in the end’.
This poem (like many of your other pieces) uses a pleasing and natural rhythm, short lines mixed with longer phrases creating an interesting contrast and highlighting emotive beats, combined with a dreamlike drift between symbolism and realism. The final three lines are the best example of this, and are perhaps my favourite part of this poem, if I had to choose.
So yeah, I’m chuffed. Absolutely great work my friend!

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1. BrittnyLee
  
  November 13, 2020 at 8:12 pm
  
  Thank you awww. Thank you !!!!!! I’m so glad that I felt the meaning closely to what you wrote. How you write really reaches me. It’s very genuine and honest. You and John both write that way and your works are always beautiful and written so elegantly. It’s inspiring to me. I’m constantly trying to challenge myself and grow as a writer. Your inspiration helps me on my wild journey.
  
  I’m looking back-photographs,
  tinted, stained yellow and black.
  My face was so tiny then, my smile so coy.
  I was harboring a fear, nursing old wounds, scrubbing them bare to feel something, anything.
  I didn’t want to feel like this.
  Whatever, “this” entailed.
  Reckless and wanton.
  Opened and closed eyes for the sake of saving simple minds.
  It couldn’t preserve what I believed I treasured most.
  I turn your photograph face down and shut off the lights.
  I can’t face myself thinking tonight.
  
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