Pillows of Emotions

gray0328

This museum of emotions,

Built on pillars of sadness,

Stands as a testament

To the highs and lows of life.

 

Each exhibit tells a story,

Of beginnings and endings,

Of joy and sorrow,

Of love and loss.

 

The rivers of the past

Flow through its halls,

A constant reminder

Of the fleeting nature of time.

 

As we walk through its corridors,

We are confronted with our own reflections,

Our own memories and regrets,

Our own moments of happiness and pain.

 

But amidst the sadness,

There is also beauty,

For in the depths of despair,

We find the strength to carry on.

 

The pillars may be built on sadness,

But they also stand tall

As a symbol of resilience,

Of the human spirit's indomitable will.

 

So let us wander through this museum,

Embracing the full spectrum of our emotions,

For it is through our sadness

That we find the courage to truly live. (Pillows of Emotions") by Courtney Weaver Jr.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2024 06:12
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  • Thomas W Case

    Amazing work.

  • gray0328

    Thank again Thomas

  • Soman Ragavan

    My comments on the poem "Pillows of emotions” by gray0328 (Courtney Weaver Jr).
    The pillow is a silent witness to human emotions and experiences. If only it could talk… But, then, it had better not… The pillow is a reliable confidant. However, being endowed with higher perceptive gifts, poets are able to see the significance of objects like the pillow. Some key points raised in the poem : museum; emotions; pillar; sadness; joys and sorrows of life; past memories flowing by; halls of those memories; short duration of those memories reminding us of fleeting life; the memories have corridors, through which we wander; some of the memories are good, others are not; in spite of sadness, there is beauty; somehow we succeed in scraping through the memories; in spite of the sadness, the human will struggles to survive and to face the future; the past is a museum; it is a place where our memories and emotions are kept; sadness is the springboard that helps us to facing our remaining life.
    “Our sweetest songs are those of the saddest thought.”
    --Percy B. Shelley (1792-1822)
    Soman Ragavan. 15 January, 2024.
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    • gray0328

      Thank You so much for your feedback, I appreciate it



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