Written in response to the 100th prompt from We Write Poems! The prompt was: Poet's Choice! I've chosen: "Don't look back."
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Don’t Look Back ~
Back
in my day
It
used to be wild
The
opposite bank of the river
Unruly
growth all the way down to the water
At
dusk
Sounds
would travel across
And
we’d listen with wonder and awe
To
the primal music of the high pitched screams
Of
an unfortunate grass eater caught unawares
Centuries
passed
But
I still wander
Staring
back at the other side
Eyes
– old, but sharp – tracing the granite graveyard
Ears
Listening
closely
For
the stifled murmur of the past echoes
I
lost something there, it’s lying there buried
Underneath
the glass giants camouflaged as the sky
The
young
Tell
me to let go
They
say if you squint a little
You
can glimpse a rainbow in the rainfall of steel
Let
go
They
might be right
Maybe
I got it all backwards
What
do I know? Who am I anyway?
I’m
just a dinosaur looking for his backbone.
Live for the Love of
it,
The Happy Amateur
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