Melancholy
look through the
letters for your post thought i would hear from you
weeks have
passed does it really matter probably not
the journey is the
trip after all it would take courage
to negotiate the
traffic to risk the chill the bridge to the past
has burned there
is no going back the past cannot be changed
it is as it is my
urge to return that cannot be
it no longer
exists you say but i remember and of course i remember
it is not
anywhere perhaps the thrum is all that is left
like
yesterday which was today now is the past
a place we cannot
return to can only visit in memory which isn't the same for all
October 11, 2015
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Summer at the Bay
(House on Blue Heron)
little cabin at
the bay the smell of salt water
starry
nights sailboats waves slap against the side
dunes are
fragile yet give protection from high winds and rough waters
shorebirds hide
among the dunes children bicycling
the distance around
the island small ponds are natural wonders
where watchful
herons hunt slowly... cautiously... take the next step
October 10, 2015
15 comments:
Yesterday, today, past, present....sometimes we do yearn to return to what once was...but memory is the only way we can do this.
I wonder sometimes if I would get a letter from the past.. maybe a bottle from a distant shore.. or maybe just spend some time at such a wonderful cabin, the present is good enough.
I know that feeling of waiting for word that does not come. Sigh. I love your second poem, full of everything I love, herons, dunes, starry nights, and waves. Another sigh.
I think we all wait for some part of the past to awaken, come again, and change whatever has taken its place. We do it, even though it never happens. And I too, like that second piece and for all the same reasons,
Elizabeth
Certainly the past can not be revisited.. however much we wish to do so.. as it remains in our memory only.. Touching write.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Memories are still precious; we hold on to them as they a part of us, more precious than diamonds and sustain us in our lowest moments.
Sometimes, I think it is good we cannot revisit the past. So many times I think it would break our hearts. But my memories are precious. This is a most poignant write. hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura
if only past could wake up but that's not to be...memory works like consolation...sigh..
The first set of verses are heartbreaking. The second set are gentle, soothing the heartbreak. Yin and Yang.
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Perhaps an antidote to melancholy is to look outside rather than spending too much time inside ourselves and our thoughts...time can be a cruel reminder and yet in nature it is a constant...which can be reassuring...a wonderful duet
A fine pair of poems, contrasting the inability to return with a continuous condition--the protection and life of the dunes. I love the second in contrast, reminding me that there are things we can count on in nature. I find returning to those places and their joys somewhat of a solace and balance to those things that cannot be returned to.
when words scatter,
the imagery grows fonder.
beautiful imagery.. time sure is an interesting thing.
Love the little poems within the poems...beautiful...
Two well written poems. I really like the second.
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