Memento mori

[RaoulDuke]

Menacing -

I feel their presence near me,
They remind me of before.
They sit there in the corner,
Screaming at me from the drawer.

Mementos -

Stored away from prying eyes
Like unwanted souvenirs;
Enduring sad reminders
From those breezy, carefree years.

Memories -

Of rolling hills, hazy nights
And how our lives were then:
Heavy woollen outdoor socks
I may never wear again.

[Hawkman]

I see you know how to sock it to your audience :D

very entertaining, thanks. H

[PrinceMyshkin]

I may have missed something symbolic about those "Heavy woollen outdoor socks" because they seemed anticlimactic to me after the sombre build-up to them.

The title reminds me of the short early novel by Muriel Spark, by the same name and depending on your taste in fiction, possibly well worth your attention.

[Dark Muse]

This is lovely, I really liked it. Some very nice imagery.

[RaoulDuke]

Prince - I read something recently that inspired, to some extent, the bathos of the socks. I've had a complete memory block as to what it was or who wrote it, in fact I can't even remember whether it was a pithy aphorism or a longer peice of text. It is however probably quite famous, and I will no doubt look a plank for not being able to recall it. It essentially said that despite the fact we think we have infinite opportunity to partake in life's little pleasures, things like going to the beach, going for a walk or kissing a loved one, between this moment now and our death we will only do these things a finite number of times. Even if I live to the ripe old age of a hundred, I may only venture to the beach twenty times between now and my demise. I may only put on my heavy woollen socks and go for a hike a couple of times, or I may never do it again. I find it strange to think that the banal everyday things we take for granted and the most simple pleasures we enjoy are in fact limited; I think that these highlight our own mortality more than anything more *cough* climactic. I considered adding some more context to the poem but I decided against it; I liked the and the element of mystery.

Hawkman & Dark Muse - you are generous with your words, thankyou.