History is Bunk

 

The past is forever being reinvented,

Edited, culled, amended, purged,

Would we recoil in absolute horror,

If something closer to the truth emerged?

Our tethered lives, our scatty brains,

The grubby compromises made from Day One

The fighting out of bombastic battles,

Until only our battered shells remain,

Fleeing home, through the driving rain.

 

Most days are best swept under the carpet,

Consigned to the bin, we’re glad they’re gone.

 

My past - the bit I choose to remember -

A day in Malton, when the sun once shone…

 

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John Botterill

Sun 27th Nov 2022 07:30

Thanks for the like, Keith. 👍

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John Botterill

Sat 26th Nov 2022 22:52

Thanks for the like Uilleam 👍

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John Botterill

Sat 26th Nov 2022 02:57

Thanks for the likes Aisha and Holden 😀

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raypool

Fri 25th Nov 2022 19:16

Excellent John. I hardly ever get involved in analysis like that, but it is I think a good use of the site when inspiration hits! Glad you approved.

Ray

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John Botterill

Thu 24th Nov 2022 21:49

Thanks Ray. You are quite right. It's what I intended. It's a slip of the word processor. No, honestly it is! As you can see I have changed it. 😀

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raypool

Thu 24th Nov 2022 18:50

A nice robust pace and no nonsense feel mark this out as a good poem John, and I do like the last line. May I be cheeky and suggest a tiny change to it though. Just a thought - "when then" seems like a sort of stumble to me. "A day in Malton when the sun had shone" I fancy. Choose to ignore if you wish of course.

Ray

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John Botterill

Thu 24th Nov 2022 14:46

Thanks K. Lynn and Frederick 😀

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John Botterill

Wed 23rd Nov 2022 19:57

Thanks for your brilliant responses to this poem, Keith and Stephen. Much appreciated. 😎 Thanks too for the likes, Bethany and John C. 👍

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 23rd Nov 2022 17:03

A classy poem, John. The past is another country and someone always controls the content and conditions of access.

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keith jeffries

Wed 23rd Nov 2022 15:55

John,
This poem sums up my feelings on the past, present and future. The second stanza says it all. The past is over and done with. To revisit it has little value apart from learning from past mistakes. The future is not ours to know or determine. We are only left with the present moment in which we can make a difference and act positively.
Thank you for this
Keith

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