Mourning Brooch

the memories have little substance
they flit and fly, pollen on the wind,
like the quick passing of a joyful birth,
the school years, the sweet trysts ~
a waving bridal veil . . .

. . . the way your love drained you
of your dreams just to fill yourself with him

. . . . . the epitaph of tears

only when yesterday becomes a story,
once upon a time, do memories
become memorial, a mourning brooch
forever warm upon your breast

Author: Jamie Dedes

Jamie Dedes is a Lebanese-American poet and free-lance writer. She is the founder and curator of The Poet by Day, info hub for poets and writers, and the founder of The Bardo Group, publishers of The BeZine, of which she was the founding editor and currently a co-manager editor with Michael Dickel. Ms. Dedes is the Poet Laureate of Womawords Press 2020 and U.S associate to that press as well. Her debut collection, "The Damask Garden," is due out fall 2020 from Blue Dolphin Press. View All Posts

3 thoughts on “Mourning Brooch”

Oh…those first two lines are just brilliant in the way they capture what memories can be…love this poem.

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Jamie Dedes says:

May 15, 2015 at 8:07 AM

Thanks, Charlie.

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Yes, this is one of my all-time favorites, growing warmer each year I age.

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slpmartin says:

May 15, 2015 at 8:04 AM

Oh…those first two lines are just brilliant in the way they capture what memories can be…love this poem.

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1. Jamie Dedes says:
  
  May 15, 2015 at 8:07 AM
  
  Thanks, Charlie.
  
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scillagrace says:

May 15, 2015 at 10:16 AM

Yes, this is one of my all-time favorites, growing warmer each year I age.

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