Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

No Graveyards In the Mind

Yes, yes, his siblings are long deceased
  though there are no graveyards in the mind

He relives their quarrels each night in dreams
  struggling, in vain, to flee nightmares unkind

By day, his two sisters whimper, one in each ear
  by night, their fury they roar, magnifying his fears...

No, no, there aren't any graveyards in the mind
  just brows deeply furrowed, faces etched with lines

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Valsa George November 11, 2021 at 6:24 PM Siblings are inalienable in each one's life. Though they are gone, their memories delight and trouble us. Some of them leave only painful memories behind.. It is indeed sad. I see a dash of humour in your lines.

Caren Krutsinger November 11, 2021 at 12:09 PM I no longer play the old scripts; they did not serve me well, held me back a lot longer than I should have been held back.

Deb M November 10, 2021 at 5:24 AM “Graveyards in the mind”……I like that… somewhat haunting!. Old relationships can also bring so much comfort. Nice poem Mr Wolf! Debx

Rico Leffanta November 8, 2021 at 10:36 AM Interesting how religion has focused on spooks rather than graveyards from which the resurrected may rise . . . . . Gershon Wolf November 8, 2021 at 1:12 PM Not surprising to me: Spooks are money, and isn't that what the business of 'Religion,' Capital R, is all about?

John Lawless November 8, 2021 at 8:09 AM And when you get to heaven they'll ask "how did YOU get here??" Gershon Wolf November 8, 2021 at 1:10 PM Heh, heh... And I'll ask, What are YOU TWO doing here?!... Thanks, John.

L Milton Hankins November 7, 2021 at 7:34 PM Fine couplets, Gershon. Interesting how we do relive those relationships in our past, long after the principals are gone, in many cases. Liked your poem. Gershon Wolf November 8, 2021 at 1:05 PM Indeed, old relationships do not seem to fade away. Many play over and over again in our minds and dreams. :) gw