You’re forgettable…: You're forgettable
That's what you are
So forgettable
Can't find your car?
It must be somewhere
In the parking lot
But where exactly
That's what you forgot
Did you even take the car today?
Are you sure?
Really sure?
You're forgettable
In every way
So forgettable
Worse every day
That's why it's so incredible
That you think I'm unforgettable
You wanted to tell me
But you forgot
What you wanted to say
Thank you for posting this. : Thank you for posting this. The poem describes an emotion that all of us have experienced at some time and that many of us, I suspect, feel quite frequently. In eleven brief lines, you describe it quite precisely, but those final two lines almost jump off the screen with the power of the truth that they present and declare.
The royals are a mess: I have always been a fan of Diana. She was never treated right by them and now Harry speaks out and is targeted. Not a coincidence.
Another reason why..: Another reason why butchers may have not been allowed to serve on juries is some less than honest butchers have been known to put their thumbs on the scale when they'd weigh your order. This would cause the scale to go higher and you would be charged more. The last thing they want on a jury is a butcher who would put his thumb on the scales of Justice and unfairly weigh a verdict one way or another. I think you would agree it was the right decision to make.
This is not only a very: This is not only a very poignant poem, it is also a wise analysis of unfortunate circumstances and of the way to get to the triumphant situation described in the final stanza. Applause to you for writing and sharing this with all of us on PostPoems. I believe your poem can give hope to those who, otherwise, might live part of their lives without it.
Hello. A message to let..: Hello. A message to let you know I've dedicated a poem to you. It's titled 'Who are you?' and was created 3 days ago. I'd be curious to know what you think of it. Thanks.
This poem very elegantly: This poem very elegantly describes the contours and difficulties of my three worst years, but your languages articulates the experience much better than I have ever been able (or ever will be able) to do. I still have nightmares about them once in a while. However, the poem is comforting in that it reminds me that the experience is not so singular as it, at times, seemed---when I was far too mature to put it into the context of a long view.
In that time and place found: In that time and place found long sleeved shirts to hide the scars well enough. Until the time that scars were seen as badges of surviving battles and war, a kind of honour.
Decades ago, when I was an: Decades ago, when I was an undergrad History major, I wanted to be able to write with the kind of inromative power that you have put into your analysis of Stonewall riots and their antcedents in recent History; unfortunately I was never able to command that kind of style. Even my senior thesis, required for the degree and worked over for a couple of months, was not as well polished as your words above. I applaud your mastery of both poetry and prose.