Swept Away

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nd wherever that was A ladder so long that the top will never see the bottom</p><p id="256f">But we climb faster anyway and talk about our legacy while we ignore the present because we want to prove ourselves to the future But we don’t realize that the future won’t remember us</p><p id="aabb">Too much time Too many people We are only a head in a crowd, a seed in the ground, a lost memory, swept away</p><p id="244e">This poem was inspired by a passage in the novel, <i>Hear The Wind Sing </i>by Haruki Murakami. I find myself highlighting words or passages that move me every time I read, no matter what I am reading. When I find the highlight that projects to a poem, I don’t read the source again before I write, I just allow the nerve to be touched. And then I spill my words.</p><p id="76fa">A snippet from <i>Hear The Wind Sing</i>, where I got my inspiration:</p><bloc

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kquote id="b735"><p>“When I returned to the town that winter, she had quit the record shop and vacated her apartment. She vanished without a trace, <b>swept away by the flow of time and its flood of people</b>.”</p></blockquote><p id="4dde">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="5d7d">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="a2cd" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/utterly-empty-b6cbf2984fba"> <div> <div> <h2>Utterly Empty</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*U68vgp-MEcckeYA8)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

Time will make all of us forgotten Our legacies undone by a calendar and new years after new years leaving us more distant until we are only a speck and then dust and then wind

“Swept away by the flow of time and its flood of people” we become anonymous, un-legendary, not even a memory because time never stops and it certainly doesn’t wait

There is no furlough long enough to maintain us because time will go beyond that and beyond wherever that was A ladder so long that the top will never see the bottom

But we climb faster anyway and talk about our legacy while we ignore the present because we want to prove ourselves to the future But we don’t realize that the future won’t remember us

Too much time Too many people We are only a head in a crowd, a seed in the ground, a lost memory, swept away

This poem was inspired by a passage in the novel, Hear The Wind Sing by Haruki Murakami. I find myself highlighting words or passages that move me every time I read, no matter what I am reading. When I find the highlight that projects to a poem, I don’t read the source again before I write, I just allow the nerve to be touched. And then I spill my words.

A snippet from Hear The Wind Sing, where I got my inspiration:

“When I returned to the town that winter, she had quit the record shop and vacated her apartment. She vanished without a trace, swept away by the flow of time and its flood of people.”

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