Time stands still for no man
and yet this night
with dear friends
anticipated for so long
I look at my reflection
in a bonfire of candles
I pass my finger tip
through yesterday
there is that moment
a hush really
a red ball that I got at 6
rolls past
the bell from my blue bike
rings “8 years today”
puka shells
circle sweet 16
the string breaks
scattering on the sands of time
remembered treasures
I held for a brief moment
and now this eve
where I momentarily hover
looking at a girl
full of dreams
grasping for a bit more
holding on to you
before you slip away
for the first and very last time
Today’s prompt for Poet’s United Wednesday Motif we celebrate an Evening Out. This post was also inspired by a haiku that for whatever reason caused me to look over my shoulder at my younger self. What would we find there if we could look at younger eyes? Would those eyes gather strength or recoil at what we had become?
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This is so moving, Leslie, the memories of the ball, the bike bell, the younger self, that girl slipping away….sigh. Very lovely.
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Sometimes just for a moment it is worth peaking back at oneself.
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This seems a very loving time together. That impression is heightened by your amazing photo. Whether your partner or parent or pet is speaking or not, time holds still and is perfect, perfect, just now as it has been often in the past. Wonderful.
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Thanks so much Susan. This took me on a fun evening (or evenings)
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I really like the idea of passing one’s finger through yesterday & the thinking of that bell from the blue bike. Sometimes it is nice to take a journey into the past, hold the moments for as long as one can, before moving on! Lovely write here, Leslie.
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yes there is a time when it is sweet to look back.
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Beautiful, I like the way you wrote about the memories of your childhood.
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fun memories to look back upon.
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Almost like leafing through an old photo album…a series of memories in the poem.
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That’s true – kinda fun to do so without the bruises, skinned knees and broken hearts
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Gorgeous…
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the objects that have stayed with us from long past do make time stand still when we spare a little time with them as they take us back to our past…and how beautiful it is to sit face to face with our younger self…
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One often wonders what or how it’ll be if thrown back to the younger years. May be heavenly looking at current horrors and conflicts! Great write moonie!
Hank
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honestly, if I took a look over my shoulder to a younger me, I would see disappointment and sadness… still I’ll give the younger me a sneer and live the moment!!! hahaha, thanks for the poem Moonie… there’s still life at 40 yeah? and 50 and 60.
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oh 😦
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There is something very symbolic about passing your fingertip through the candle…the pain brief but reminds us we’re alive…and how very quickly time burns down…so many beautiful images bound together perfectly
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Very touching.
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Nostalgia… the wish to hold on to what was. Moving!
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