
Somewhere
That’s the way of things, isn’t it,
the past.
Always waiting there.
It’s a long shadow, like
boarded-up windows to keep out
the sun and salt air,
or like cold rooms where you
don’t dare breathe because
the air is damp
and rotting,
or where trees you knew as a child
are long dead, and new ones are
growing in their place,
where mist hangs on the wrong side
of windowpanes,
or when your parents are dead,
and you look for them in some
vanished star, because
that’s the way of things, isn’t it,
of childhood, of watery shadows
that reach somewhere back
into your past.
#SOCS Stream of Consciousness Saturday “Where” Photo by Marco Bianchetti on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
12 responses to “11 September: Somewhere #socs”
Lovely. Sadness in little pictures. Nostalgia as mist and shadows. Grief like a missing tree. Very beautiful.
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Thank you so much. I think I’m running the risk of giving the impression that I’m a sad old bit, when I’m quite jolly most of the time. 😂🤣
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Lol. Your sense of humour bubbles up everywhere. Sad old bit is not a term I have ever applied to the name “Misky”. I will let you know if that changes. 😁
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Good. I’ll hold you to that. You’ll be my barometer.
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Streamilicious, Misky.
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Glad you liked it, Ron.
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Particularly appropriate today of all days. Well penned. 🙂
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Thank you, Hobbo!
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This has so much creative imagery of the past – long shadows, cold rooms, boarded-up windows, looking for loved ones in the vanished stars. It brings up the sadness that is part of our total memories. Excellent poem!
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Backwards, mixed up this life, the star gone before it can be wished upon. Wonderful, wild verse.
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Thanks, K!
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You’re most welcome.
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