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Wednesday, 15 April 2009
A POEM PAST
"The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there." – LP Hartley
Running after the Past
A walk in well worn paths Shaded by the fragrant roses Of the passage of time. Familiar faces, accustomed places Sunlight and laughter Remembered embraces.
Your eyes are sadder, maybe wiser By memories of old mistakes, Ageing misunderstandings Finally understood; But your hand reluctant To stop history repeating itself.
You yearn for the past, Your remembrances precious: Of friends, sweet wine, good times. You yearn for a past When I was writhing in agonies Impaled like a butterfly by the pin of your love. Each passing second a tear Each of your smiles a dagger Each of your nostalgic moments one of my hells.
I have been blogging daily on this platform for several years now. It is surprising that I have persisted as the world is changing and "microblogging" is now the norm. I blog to amuse myself, make comment on current affairs, externalise some of my creativity, keep notes on things that interest me, learn something new and to surprise myself with things that I discover about this wonderful, and sometimes crazy, world we live in.
I sometimes get the impression that I am on a soapbox delivering a monologue, so your comments are welcome.