the same place, a different scene
the same place, a different me
an older me
the same trees, a little taller
the same trees, different leaves
a newborn green
the same stones, a little smoother
the same stones, different tones
worn down, turned over
the same sky, different clouds
the same sky, different sounds
chase the pictures out
the same sun, the same shadows
the same shadows, different patterns
woven on the gravel
the same grass, the same color
the same color, a different hew
reproducing dew
the same house, the same wood
the same wood, a different home
faded, tired, torn
some things gone
never repeated
some things lived
forever silent
some things forgotten
never recalled
some things broken
never renewed
the world I knew,
the things I loved
the childhood dreams
and hopes
stay to haunt me
pulling me back into my mind
and drown my heart in memory
three thirds of me, three desires
moving on; going back; standing still
reliving; living new; living now
reminisce; anticipate; surrender
Comments
Wow. I mean,
Wow.
I mean, just...
Wow.
Especially as someone who has recently left home, this is just...just simply, amazingly
Wow.
This poem is very...
This poem is very... significant to me. Great job.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
Thoughtful. As though the
Thoughtful.
As though the familiar has been made strange through different eyes. Well done. Thank you for posting it.
Thank you all for your
Thank you all for your comments..... :)
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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis
dang :)
dang. that was good. especially the last stanza. it gave me that little ache, that beauty evokes... great job.
Resonant.
Resonant.
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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!