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“ Inadvertency ”
– a lapse of memory –
Mindful, be unforeseen That memories will fail, Hopeful not to extreme For fear of minds derail, In a posit made sombre Thus be forever fraught, From a lapse of memory Errant as to be brought, By its narrated stumble Be of words gone awash, Has one in a new bubble Giving notions to curse, Aired not as a mumble Views now but adverse, Left to exist in a jumble... ‘Tis sad state of decline All the while you watch, Feel its thought melting As a reoccurred botch, That a word will mend Holds cause be reborn, Extant failure finds end Tho ye suffer self scorn, Despite held to append... Whilst pained to so find An apprise of words lost, Tells of old fails conveyed Wants inadvertency tossed! ode to over worked minds... © Jean-Jacques Fournier written in Sweetsburg November 23, 2020 Pictures - Personal & Public Collection... Music - Stone, by Hara Noda
I do fear that decline and loss of memory. Our memory makes us who we are.
So do I, Liz. Memory is a wonderful gift that allows us to grow, remember, reflect.
Indeed it is, and I don’t take it for granted.
Ah memory loss… to some degree and at one point we will all experience this more or less, even to the barely noticeable. That said, the inspiration for ‘Inadvertency’ came from one wanting to share a point, and before it can be said, for one reason or other, we inadvertently forget what we wanted to say. Frustrating but not unusual, and more often as time eats away at our grey matter capacity!
I was reading an article that sheds light on how our minds need to rest, to recuperate and integrate new knowledge. This has become even more critical as we enter a virtual world that requires a new way of connecting. Instead of a classroom interaction where we can identify more clearly with non-verbal signs, we are left with small faces on a screen. Instead it of pouring a cup of tea for a neighbour and enjoying the fragrant scent along with a conversation filled with laughter, we use technology of text, phone, and on-line resources to carry on a discussion. I have spoken to both introverts and extraverts about their experiences with virtual connections and find similar responses. Virtual connection is great, but the human touch is difficult to reproduce. The article went on to say that when the mind is “overworked” it has more difficulty remembering. We live in very interesting times, as have all who have come before us. I am comforted that we have the flexibility to change and thrive even in the most difficult of circumstances. Another wonderful poem, Jean-Jacques.
Thanks again, Rebecca for your interesting comment, particularly… your article which went on to say that when the mind is “overworked” it has more difficulty remembering. Well, my ode to overworked minds was the instigating thought that inspired me to write ‘Inadvertency’. It being the idea which had been the result of the experience on and off and becoming less distant often enough to arouse my curiosity sufficiently to write this poem, thus so as a sort of reminder, of forgetting what you wanted to say. Ergo for me facing a like annoyance square on, normally helps find a corrective measure or a way to minimize its stressing effect.
We have moved from I remember and therefore I know to what was I trying to recall and I’m not sure. It’s a challenge to accept what is.
Well, not being sure, might even sound good to some people, like they who forgot what they wanted to say that never comes back. If it comes back momentarily, one is still in the game!
Yes, exactly. Good point, my friend.