Old town is full of them
memories here
hang around
like elderly folks
aged, but breathing
feeding on past gossips
and expired jokes.
I step out
and anxiously look around.
I see memories
sneaking in shadows
moving in haste,
hiding but longing to be found
to be touched
and to be recalled.
it’s one hide-and-seek
better not to be
played and won around.
like a recursive loop
it's hard to escape it
once you are confound.
I take steps carefully.
head, under the hood
sight, straight on the road,
escaping traps,
trying to hold presence
in my cold hands.
I cut the corners fast
turn blind to many of the old spots,
all most successful
in my play,
I take a lousy turn around
and lose my way,
there! when I least thought of it
I see her, right there.
young like a spring,
smiling and giving a deliberate miss
to my presence around.
It’s now or then,
in my mind
the timeline trembles and falls,
I see her, and I am lost,
like a fool that I was
in all those young years of the past.
touched with a reverie
moments go standstill,
until I snap out
as my mobile loudly barks,
I try to hold to past
I try to catch the presence
as I give myself a desperate wakeup shout.
In here, it’s hard not to get caught
it’s infectious
it’s craving
but that’s what this place
is all about,
to be lost and found
many times over and over
in this magical dust of a memory cloud.
Old town is just full of them.
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mydesirelines (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2020 02:58
- Category: Surrealist
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BRIAN HERE (I share this site with my Wife ANGELA) ~ Good afternoon FRIEND welcome to MPS ~ it is a proactive site and operates by reading & commenting on each others poems. Please visit our site ~ Thanks'
Thanks for your First Poem ~ it is an Epic. It describes an experience ~ most of us cn empathise with ! We all have OLD TOWNS ~ Where we were Born - Educated in - Worked in - Fell in Love in - Married in etc etc. Your Poem highlights MEMORIES which are etched into our subconsciences Analysis In a word ~ V 1. Memories V 2. Hide & Seek V 3. Close Encounter ? V 4. Or is it ? V 5. Magical dust of a Memory Cloud ! Loved the Poem ~ more PLEASE !
Love # Joy & Peace
Angela & Brian ! !
Thanks Brian! I am loving this space.
Those memories can always be awoken when you return to places of one's passed, some best forgotten but many bringing joy.
Welcome to MPS.
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