What is Lost and
Later(....so much later) Found
we only remember
the loss of something we consider valuable
to lose
something you don't care about doesn't seem to mean a thing
often we don't even
remember where we left it when it happened
or what it
was ...who cares
the knock at the
door the chill of ice down your spine
suddenly your flesh
is wet with sweat you stand naked before the open door
you are not a
prophet yet you know who knocks light streams through the
door
a cooling
breeze surrounds you your temples pound
your vision
blurred moments later in the bright light of memory
and the silence
after your vision clears in your mind's eye
you remember the
ascent up into the hills over looking the valley
nightingales sing we
sipped a crimson wine tasting the grapes
from which it
came remembering hot days of summer
slipped into the
refreshing pool a soothing soak dissolving the salt from the wounds
wash the tears and
ashes from your face peel the scabs from what would be the scars
we could see the
fires below hear the drums and imagine the dancing
thought this
shangri-la would last forever
it happened years
ago only in hindsight you can see
each in his own
way walks his own path you will strive hard
to regain your
balance lost in an instant regained over time
April 24, 2016
8 comments:
Very wonderful writing, Annell. I can feel that hot summer day, its perfection......and love your closing, how we lose so much, yet over time regain our footing, over time. Loved this.
Love your clear fluid details. Sometimes the healing can take a lifetime,
Elizabeth
Wow, Annell...you've done it again.....painted such a vibrant, emotive picture that evokes such a strong reaction in the reader. The inclusion of "thought this shangri-la would last forever" is so powerful!
I couldn't agree more....such strong emotions evoked especially with...
'it happened years ago
only in hindsight
you can see
each in his own way
walks his own path
you will strive hard
to regain your balance
lost in an instant
regained over time'
Yes, we each must walk our own path....we all have losses....and it is sad when we realize that things we thought would last forever are no more. It is not always easy to regain one's balance, but we must. We just must.
I agree, although the journey ahead is difficult, we must each walk upon our own path. Beautifully emotive.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
This reads beautifully, Annell. There was a lush and gorgeous passion at play through the memories. And the knock at the door. Yes! I loved that, as it brought up a knock at my door from years gone by. We keep keeping on.
That moment at the door is like a bad memory frozen in time - not a prophet but we know who knocks - yes - the final line however offers hope and love..a beautiful tapestry xo
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