Reading the
poem “See-Saw” by Willie Perdomo I
couldn’t help by wonder about Pros and Cons lists we all make when dealing with
fallouts from damaged relationships with either lovers or friends. Weighing in the good and the bad leads us to
either want to remember or forget.
“Spent a
whole day
and night
playing on
my see-saw
see if I
could forget
saw that it
was over
before it
started”
Perdomo
describes dealing with a disappointment over wanting to pursue someone who wasn’t
interested to begin with. The poet wants to forget. But it’s not so easy. When
you try to forget, you end up remembering longer what you are trying to forget
instead. And forgetting can also lead you to make the same mistakes again, and
end up where you started.
“I go up in
smoke
and come
down
in a nod
I go up in
smoke
and come
down
in a nod”
Like a
chorus of a song, the above stanza appears twice in the poem, with Perdomo using
a see-saw as a metaphor to explain the way he is thinking about and dealing
with his dilemma. Going up in smoke alludes to something wasted, but coming
down with a nod suggests something worth conserving.
“Then I play
with my old journals
so I can
hear myself
screaming for
help
promising to
stop
as soon as I
finish
the last
one
but beware
my foolish heart
wants to
play forget again”
I, too, sometimes
go through my old diaries looking to see how I handled past fallouts. And that
makes me remember what I may have forgotten. Once I couldn’t even recognize my
own handwriting or the words I wrote, looking at my past self from a
perspective of a current self. The last time I spent a short while with someone
I found special, it ended before it started. I remember the day when I knew it
ended, although I try hard to forget. Having deleted all texts and pictures, I forgot to a degree. But then I hear a certain song, and I remember.
We never fully forget. Yet the memory can be altered, and in time we can train
our minds to remember things differently. Memory is a funny thing.
Reading the
poem “Harlem” by Langton Hughes
(1902-1967) I couldn’t help but wonder if what happens to a postponed dream is
like a see-saw. If we lock away our desires, can we forget them, or do we
always end up remembering? Is it safer to settle for less, and not strive for
more? Or should we take risks and fight for what we dream?
“What
happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry
up
Like a
raisin in the sun?
Or fester
like a sore –
And then
run?
Does it
stink like rotten meat?
Or crust
and sugar over –
Like a
syrupy sweet?”
I would
rather be disappointed than regret not pursuing something or someone. In the
past I played it safe when I felt scared to push for more, and I regret it.
Sometimes I feel the weight of my regrets – it sags just like Hughes describes
– but it makes me remember what I learned about dreams.
“Maybe it
just sags
like a
heavy load.
Or does it explode?”
We should always keep dreaming no matter what. We shouldn't stop dreaming because without dreams we have no goal or ambitions. Dreaming is same as having goals in life so in life we try to go for what we want. We may not get always what we want but we shouldn't stop dreaming.
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