2 thoughts on “Joy Dims”

  1. there’s a lot of meaning in this short poem — it’s true that love can fade like an apparition, but sadness too becomes an afterimage. “Afterimage” is a great word: in the eye the afterimage fades, but you can brighten it momentarily with an intentional twitch, but less and less each time. so too with memories; we scratch at them like old wounds, but eventually they’re only the memory of a memory, with less and less power. i love the ability of choosing the exact right word to carry so much meaning — to me that’s what poetry is about.

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