Someone I Know Well

By Gothicman
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The part of me that is nostalgia
I see him, tragic man,
on his solitary mission,
reawakening The Meaningful,
last caretaker of a bygone age,
searching for residual testimony
among the threadbare remains
of interwoven life;
realising too late,
the trade-in cost
relieving pain by further loss;
when love objects,
defensively absorbed,
metamorphosed so cruelly,
surrendering all quintessential
to an apathetic subject,
the I, who, though stronger,
became older,
lonelier..... now following
shadows and ghosts,
instinctively knowing why,
with unpatronizing kindness,
keeping him in sight
is so imperative... I must not
lose this vagabond
pulling at the leash,
for, while I still see him,
I exist.
Goth:2020
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I find this very moving
I find this very moving Trevor, as if one realises one's own existence in knowing another - and that the another might be a nostalgic sense of a former self. That's if I have grasped your meaning, and if not, that's what I took from it anyway! It's very complex, very well-written, worth taking the time over, I think. Rachel.
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I could definitely identify
I could definitely identify with this poem. That person we once were seems like someone we once knew, yet lost contact with over the years. Ourselves in another lifetime. Yet as long as we hold onto their memory, we know that we exist. Too true!
Jenny.
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We live several stages of
We live several stages of life within this one- I am no longer the child - or teen- or young adult - I looked different at each of those times. You cannot find that person I was and yet I am here. It feels like those times were lived in a compartment and had a beginning and end - each stage- a life of its own- sometimes I mourn them and sometimes they come back and make this moment better.-- I loved where your poem took me and I thank you for sharing it here.
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Keep the vagabond in sight at
Keep the vagabond in sight at all times. There's some wandering in him yet.
Parson Thru
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