“Forgotten” published at Gobblers & Masticadores

On By Mike U.In Poetry

Hello, friends. I’d like to let you know my poem “Forgotten” has been published at Gobblers & Masticadores. Sincere thanks to Juan Re Crivello and Manuela Timofte and their staff for their kindness in sharing this poem with their readers. It’s a wonderful honor to have my writing published at Gobblers & Masticadores. Thanks so much, Juan and Manuela!

“Forgotten”
(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

“Those who fade away
Dust-covered and forgotten
Hushed in melancholy thought

Those of us denied
Peering through the river reeds
Watching joy drift out of reach

Who will remember
Those abandoned on the path
Those who fall by the wayside…”

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42 thoughts on ““Forgotten” published at Gobblers & Masticadores”

  4. Well done, Mike. This made me think about one of those sayings that you die twice…your physical death…and then when the last person you know stops remembering you. “Peering through the river reeds” was a great image here.🙂

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    1. Thanks, Bruce. The “dying twice” concept is really intriguing and makes a lot of sense in a terribly sad way, you know? It’s one of the biggest fears we humans have–to be forgotten–as it serves to negate our entire existence. I’m reclusive for several reasons, and oftentimes I wonder if anyone remembers me. It’s sort of a dark path to tread once those thoughts begin to surface.

      I certainly appreciate your kindness and support, good sir. Thanks so much for reading and stopping by. Here’s wishing you a good week ahead.   😊

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    1. Thanks so much, David. Feeling invisible can be devastating, and the sense of abandonment at being left behind is soul-crushing. I wish humans in general were more compassionate, and I mourn that we’re not. When we pass others by, we’re leaving behind a part of ourselves, and in the end, we suffer, too.

      I appreciate you, my friend. Thanks as always for being so supportive and kind. 😊

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    1. Many thanks, dear friend. I’m happy to know you found this poem inspiring. I appreciate your kindness and I’m always pleased to see you visit. Here’s wishing you a wonderful week ahead! 😃

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    1. Thanks so much for your kind words, Miriam. I’m so glad you enjoyed this poem. Your poetry is sublime and I look forward to reading more of your magnificent work. Here’s wishing you a good rest of the week! 😊

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    1. Thanks so much, Peggy. You’re right, of course, and it’s difficult to understand why so many people choose apathy or outright hatred when compassion is easy and free-flowing. It all comes back around eventually, I suppose, and those who pass us by on life’s path end up being passed by themselves, fading into the shadows. Still, I think compassion is worth the effort, regardless of what others may choose to do. A little kindness goes a long way.

      Thanks again, my friend. It’s always a delight to see you stop by. 😊

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  14. Beautiful poem, Mike! I like the expressions you have used in it – “dust-covered”. Congratulations 🎊 👏 👏 As we grow old, we realise how insensitive younger people are to their seniors. They create a closed world of their own excluding others. You have aptly expressed the feelings of being abandoned and forgotten.

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    1. Many thanks, Vipanjeet. You’re right, of course–it’s a sad commentary on life when we grow older and find ourselves pushed to the back of the line or relegated to the shadows as though we no longer exist. I suppose I’m showing my age here, but I was raised to show respect to my elders, to be kind and patient with them, and to help them whenever I could. At some point, we all experience the sense of being invisible and forgotten. I wish it weren’t the case, but alas, it is.

      Thank you for your kind words and for stopping by. I’m truly grateful to you. 😊

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  15. Wow! A mighty poem! Congratulations, Mike. 😊✨I believe that reading this poem today was nothing short of a jostling coincidence. I have been struggling with similar feelings for some time now, but weirdly enough, I am also okay with this idea that I am disappearing because maybe all of us are actually just melting away, and there is nothing that can be done about it. Your eloquence in channeling difficult feelings is incredibly remarkable. These lines are brilliant –
    “Will our lives echo
    Down the road you travel on
    Will our mem’ries be erased

    As easily as
    Closing your eyes and your hearts
    As you pass us on your way”

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    1. Hey, Aaysid. As an introvert who dreads the spotlight and tends to flee from attention, I can understand your sentiments here. Although it can be painful to be left out, abandoned, pushed off into the margins, in a strange way I find those margins much more comforting than being part of the crowd. A brief example of my weird aversion to being around people: as a little boy, whenever anyone would come to the farm to visit, I’d race to my bedroom and hide under the bed. I did this even when people I knew–like my beloved aunt–came to visit! My mom would try to pry my dust-bunny-covered self out from under the bed and I’d be like, “No way! Leave me be, woman!” (Well, not in those exact words, but you get the idea.) 😂 I think a lot of folks prefer fading into the background. It’s quieter and less stressful, and more suited to introverts who disdain the Loud Crowd. Also, for me personally, as I grow older I feel a sort of resignation and acceptance of the fact that the world can be cruel and apathetic, and some of us are going to be left behind for whatever reasons. The knowledge that those who pass us by will eventually experience the same fate they’ve visited upon us is cold comfort, perhaps, but I suppose justice delayed is still justice.

      Thank you for this thoughtful comment, Aaysid, and thanks for stopping by. You’re always welcome here, my friend. 😊

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    1. I’ve been experiencing this for quite a while now–blogs I’ve subscribed to that haven’t been sending notifications of new posts to me. I have to manually search some blogs to find new posts. Another WP glitch, I suppose. 🤨

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