Tuesday, October 30, 2012

"Shadows of the Past" (poem)




Inspired by Margo’s Tuesday Tryouts.





"Shadows of the Past"


Forgetful,
Blissfully ignorant,
We stroll through life
Shielded by a naïve conviction
That nothing came before us.

No one ever lived,
Or loved,
Or suffered,
We are the first ones
To breathe and wonder,
The chosen ones,
Who will know no death.

But then one day
We feel the rough texture
Of an old tree,
Caress the smooth coolness
Of a weathered stone,
Watch grains of sand
Escape through our fingers
And vanish.

All of a sudden
A gust of memories
Engulfs us,
A somber revelation
That there indeed were others,
Who came, and passed,
And wait somewhere ahead
To comfort us
And teach us what they know.

That death will be
And there will be no death.




Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur

8 comments:

  1. Profound! So true. We do forget until suddenly something causes us to remember.
    'A somber revelation
    That there indeed were others' such a great and potent line.

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    1. Thank you, Janet. Those photographs, Margo guided us to, are beautifully done.

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  2. Wonderful! This was powerful, but also, a revelation. I love the sentiment of this poem. This is really great.

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    1. Oh, what a nice comment, thank you, Buddah.

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  3. Cool poem to go with those who came before us thinking they too were the only ones!

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    1. We all think that way, don't we?
      Thank you for visiting me, Sabio.

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  4. Well written. A very sensitive view of these amazing photos. I hope you have time to read mine at http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2012/10/30/hinky-dinky-parlez-vous/

    ~Misky

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    1. Thank you, Misky, I'll certainly be over to read yours.

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