All your looking back
And all your looking down
Have given you
Your tired posture, weary eyes
And waxen skin,
Collector of the Past
/
You, heavy shadow of the mind,
What you have found,
Has it not all been lost
Or fearfully abandoned
On twisted paths you walk
To wither for a reason?
/
You pick up strangers’ hopes
And wear them like they’re clothes –
And wear them like they’re yours –
Those ragged robes
Of impossible dreams,
Outgrown by their dreamers
/
Collector of the Past
Of poisonous regrets,
Distorted histories
And of discarded loves,
You, heavy shadow of the mind,
Return to me, I beg, one minute –
/
When I betrayed the only thing
I ever loved;
/
But oh, I know,
Your quiet ‘no’ –
The echo of my fateful ‘no’ –
Is all
That I can by the past
Be given
WOW, SixthSympth. What an incredibly beautiful, beautiful piece. So many perfectly worded lines. Really loved this.
So flattered to hear this from you! Thank you for reading and letting me know you enjoyed it!
It was fantastic! you really should submit this somewhere. I felt lucky to have read it. Beautiful.
Again, many, many thanks for your kind words! I’m glad to finally have something reasonably worthy to share with my friends and readers here!
As Writers, I think everything we write is worthy and no word is ever wasted. Sometimes though, if we are lucky, fortunate, or both; the words; they sing! Happy writing, SixthSymph! “)
Agreed!
Same to you, sister!
Must agree that it is a well crafted poem…it has that sense of ‘regret’ in its tone.
Thank you! It’s good to be back to writing – and to talking to my poet-friends!
have tried to continue to follow but don’t receive notifications and password you gave me and email do not work. What’s up ?
Hi Carl! I’ve missed you!
I must have messed up the sharing settings. Sorry about that! The settings are back to what they used to be now, so you shouldn’t have a problem reading the posts, including the past ones you may have missed.
Wishing you a happy Sunday from Thailand!