When I forgot

English: Darn, I forgot my toothbrush again

When I forgot to cry
Compassion passed me by
When I forgot to love
Shame wrapped me in it’s glove

When I forgot to grieve
My past I couldn’t leave
When I forgot to share
The world became unfair

When I forgot to dance
Each day was like a trance
When I forgot to hope
I simply couldn’t cope

When I forgot to live
My heart I couldn’t give
When I forgot to be
Nothing was left of me

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25 thoughts on “When I forgot

  1. Rhyme every line – clever and lyrical – but a trifle trite, Robyn.

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    • jamborobyn says:

      Thanks for the constructive feedback, Ken. I went and visited a friend tonight to dim that old depressive mood a little. Learning about “feet” and pentameters and the like today, what struck me most was the whole light and shade thing. The poem is about depression in a supposedly light-hearted form. With the aim being to alternate along multiple axes (I am intrigued by form vs function). I’ll get the hang of it one day, which I will consider a success when no-one notices exactly what I’ve done… one day, I hope. 🙂

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      • Your first poem was free verse, Robyn. I’m biased against rhyme at the end of lines. I like to see it used in a variety of ways – within lines and only occasionally at the end – but wherever appropriate – with the right verbal relationships, alliteration, balance and rhythm. I don’t use metre at all – an old but still relevant, if somewhat formal, approach – still used by many purists, and which is just as valid as free verse.

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      • jamborobyn says:

        Oh well I guess have even further to go than I thought. The majority of my poems rhyme and have no particular attachment to strict form. It’s a feeling and a rhythm for me. A fellow blogger was kindly instructing me on some of the rules today and by the end of tomorrow I will have read my first Shakespearean sonnet! However, I will say that I can solder and turn things on a lathe if I have to, which is what we learned in school instead of poetry and literature and the like. So I am happily at the stage of conscious incompetence, ie. I know that I don’t know.

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      • jamborobyn says:

        Ken, if you get time, can you tell me what you think of this one? It doesn’t rhyme at the end for the main part, but it has a distinct pattern. https://jamborobyn.wordpress.com/2013/11/21/murder-on-the-tv/

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  2. Patti Hall says:

    Beautiful. And a perfect reminder for these moody winter days. Let’s not forget, together.
    I need to remember that it is summer across the globe. Hmmm. something new to contemplate. See, another great thing about this place:>)

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    • jamborobyn says:

      It definitely a moody piece. I could honestly say I was downright depressed when I started writing. It’s summer but it’s also Christmas and people keep talking about it. Aside from the fact that I have no family to take my mind off things, the period between the 8th to 22nd of December are always the worst time of year for me. Too long a memory for my own good. So I was using rhythm and form to create a path out of the mire, I think. Thank you for reminding me it’s summer, I should be smiling and laughing and sunbaking!!! 🙂

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      • Patti Hall says:

        I realized my seasonal mistake, while on another blog. But then, I’m glad to be reminded how big this world is:>) And no matter, the season, we’re both fighting depression. I have family as close as 70 miles away, and don’t take advantage of that often enough, esp considering friends like you who don’t have any.
        I’m sorry about this hard time for you. Wish I could help. Just hang out around here where there is so much kindness. Warm hugs to you Robyn.

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      • jamborobyn says:

        Ah thank you so much. I’m hoping it’s time for me to move on to the next phase, I’ll be patient if it’s not – 23 years of mourning seems too long.

        I’m back to smiling again right now and absolutely determined to get blacker this summer – just to annoy the neighbours (oh, and raise my Vitamin D levels). We watched Galaxy tonight and understood none of it, so I’ve been cracking jokes for the last couple of hours, instead of watching the movie.

        I am so glad I’ve met you, Patti. Cheers.

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      • Patti Hall says:

        You too and as, always, I love your attitude.
        There does seem to be some trick to mourning that I have not learned either. We’ll have to share if either of us figures it out.

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  3. Sometimes, it’s hard to dance, but when you get the choice to sit it out or dance….dance! (I love that song but keep forgetting the singers’ name).
    also, don’t “think” too much about what form or shape your poetry should take, it spoils the spontaneous and creative part of our brain (just my humble opinion).

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  4. idiotwriter says:

    I like this poem – it gets straight down to business 😀

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