Backward among the dusky years,
pieces of life reminiscent do lay,
in a place longing to be remembered,
a place where many hearts do wish to stay.
Trunks full of memories sit lost and alone,
dust clothes the facets of their face,
reflections lost to time and wear,
now sleep in a restless grave.
Ladder back chairs, wooden spools of yarn,
lemonade on the porch at night,
once colored those worlds with life and love,
now they're packed away, no longer burning bright.
Yet a cloud does linger, amongst the aged piles,
making that sacred veil so very thin,
voices of soldiers and daddy's and wives do linger,
Beckoning ones soul, come abide with them.
And as one sits amongst the rust and the muck,
the picture is laid their before their eyes,
and soon they know they've been pulled into,
that lovely simpler time.
So hard to leave yes it does seem to be,
for the energy is much more than strong,
one leaves a piece of themselves behind,
among those dusky years, here and gone...
© Dixie Dawn, All rights reserved
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Musings of a Romantic Soul in Poetry and Verse
© Dixie Dawn, All rights reserved.
Dixie Dawn
I am a hopeless romantic stuck in the days of long ago. I find romance not only in the antiquities of time but people, places, things and TRUTH. I am a writer of poetry and historical romance as well as a published freelance author. And I'm a Mormon.
1 comment:
This morning I had this piece in my mailbox. Since it's a no-reply message, I presume it is an automatic sharing, right? Well, as you say in the About Me section, you are a hopeless romantic stuck in the days of long ago. Therefore, it is not surprising that you can write in a way so vivid and intense about that distant past. I like the "paintings" that you make with your words. Although I like history, I'm focused more on the present for it is in this that I exist and it is in it that lies my happiness. The past is the past and the future is uncertain. As someone once said: Nothing will be again the way it once was. So, why bother about something I cannot change? Anyway, it's a wonderful poem and I thank you for sharing.
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