Memory Springs from Death

  after S. Q.


The time seems to grow fast.
We watch the water
changing with the dry glide of clouds.

Life has no end---it seems---
so as the memory
that springs from death.



- ksm / 2016


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23 comments:

  1. MaryApril 10, 2016 at 9:48 PM

    Yes, even after a death there are the memories that live on....hope you are having a good weekend, Kelvin.

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  2. totomaiApril 10, 2016 at 10:40 PM

    I always thought that life itself is a dream. I enjoyed this poetry / reflection, Kelvin.

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  3. brudbergApril 10, 2016 at 10:40 PM

    In my image I saw clouds moving over the sea in a time-lapse movie... the memories after death reminds me of Havamal where it's said:

    Cattle die,
    kinsmen die
    you yourself die;
    I know one thing
    which never dies:
    the judgment of a dead man's life

    I don't know if that was on your mind, but it was brought into mine.

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  4. Sanaa RizviApril 10, 2016 at 11:37 PM

    Beautifully put.

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  5. Sumana RoyApril 11, 2016 at 12:01 AM

    true...memory lives...

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  6. Magaly GuerreroApril 11, 2016 at 12:42 AM

    Life is, indeed, a wheel...

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  7. ScottlBApril 11, 2016 at 1:11 AM

    Thought provoking poem, the many memories that spring from death to be remembered or memories of.

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  8. Donna@LivingFromHappinessApril 11, 2016 at 1:16 AM

    Love the thought at the end...memories living on.

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  9. Sherry Blue SkyApril 11, 2016 at 1:44 AM

    I love that "dry glide of clouds", and that memories live on. Thank heavens.

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  10. Purba chakrabortyApril 11, 2016 at 3:27 AM

    so true...memories don't perish. Beautifully expressed.

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  11. C.C.April 11, 2016 at 3:49 AM

    I like the observation of the way that the water changes from the "dry glide of the clouds"---so true!

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  12. Carrie Van HornApril 11, 2016 at 4:11 AM

    No one not even death can steal our memories. A beautiful poem Kelvin!!

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  13. Myrna R.April 11, 2016 at 4:57 AM

    Nice imagery about the glide of the clouds. You're so right - memories live on.

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  14. kaykualaApril 11, 2016 at 8:36 AM

    Life goes on and memories are fitting partners to keep both alive nicely! Rightly so Kelvin!

    Hank

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  15. AnonymousApril 11, 2016 at 10:54 AM

    Am dealing with the loss of a friend right now...so this resonates with me. Thank you.

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  16. AnonymousApril 11, 2016 at 11:15 AM

    Memories live on, sometimes for generations,

    Elizabeth

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  17. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 11, 2016 at 5:57 PM

    Beautifully expressed.

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  18. J Cosmo NewberyApril 11, 2016 at 6:47 PM

    We live, and die, in the memories of others.

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  19. ZQApril 12, 2016 at 5:52 AM

    Awesome, welldone!!!
    ZQ

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  20. Jae RoseApril 12, 2016 at 8:07 PM

    The dry glide of clouds - what a clashing and glorious image..what should be comfort and soft...hard..like loss..and the passing of time - a clever and engaging poem

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  21. GraceApril 14, 2016 at 9:23 AM

    I too love: We watch the water
    changing with the dry glide of clouds.

    Beautiful writing Kelvin ~ Hope you are bearing up with the intense heat ~ For me, better hot than cold I say ~

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  22. VictoriaAugust 3, 2016 at 5:32 AM

    Live flows by so rapidly as you've expressed so well. I tried to follow you, though Google gives me all kinds of grief. Hope it works.

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  23. kelvin s.m.August 28, 2016 at 10:19 PM

    Yes, it did work, Victoria. Thank you! :)

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Thanks for the kind words!

- kelvin s.m.

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