In a familiar land I knew so well transformations that my memories repel
What was right now what's left, certainty robbed by change's theft
Nothing I recognize, what was well known masked with progress' disguise
A place I used to call home has become a freeway by a factory dome
The schoolyard where I used to play a dealership with cars on display
What was once our private trail now pawn shops with love for sale
The tree under which I proposed now a landfill daily bulldozed
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Very nice and original rhymes. Indeed, it can be quite an experience to get back to your memorable places only to find them irreversibly changed and forsaken.
Thank you so much Victor and so it is with relationships as well. I appreciate your read and kind words of support they are most important to me.
It always saddens me that the “hood” has transformed, eradicating my past along with my sentimental journeying 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you Cryptic for your read and comments yes places change, people change and relationships change, not always for the better.
So true🙏🏻🕊️
That's progress I guess.They don't knock down buildings they knock down memories.Certainly a touch of anger and sadness here,Made me think
Thank you David your words are most encouraging and helpful and are always appreciated
Your poem contrasts memories of innocence with the harsh realities of commercialization and urbanization. In it, you express a deep sense of loss and nostalgia for a familiar place that has undergone significant transformation, highlighting the conflict between memory and change. It reflects on how progress can alter landscapes and erase personal histories. Could the metaphor be "Change's theft"? It personifies change as a thief, emphasizing the loss experienced.
Thank you so much for the read and interpretation. It can mean change in whatever, the physical world around us or the world within. The personal changes we ourselves experience in our existential search for meaning or our social relationships that once were thought known and familiar now strangers that we don't recognize anymore.
Excellent write
Thank you Tony it is appreciated
You're welcome
It breaks my heart. I share your sentiment. Excellent. Regards.
Thank you for your read and understanding. I deeply appreciate your feelings on this and your support.
I have the same feeling when I look at my environment .As it belonged to a stolen memory ...
Thanks Lorenz I appreciate you read and comments.
And now my poem - What I didn't know! LOL.
Thanks Orchi for the read and enlightening words.
I love it. Tremendous work.
Thank you Thomas I appreciate it.
A familiar place, so very important and in some cases it's not. When I go to London I always hope for this, sometimes .y very old memories are ruined but again it's ok, time and age moves us on. . An absolutely wonderful poem. 🌹
Thanks so much Teddy I deeply appreciate your read and kinds words. Your support means a great deal
People destroy what we never thought we'd once appreciate. Thoughtful write.
Thank you so much for the read and thoughtful comment
Of course
Oh, I know this experience well. Where I grew up, everything is different. Well done, on this Soren! 🌹👏
Thank you Tristan for the review and words of understanding.
You are most welcome, Soren!
Your poem is powerful and evocative, effectively capturing the pain of change and loss in familiar places. The imagery is vivid and impactful. Well done!
Thank you Salvia for your read and kind encouragement it is always appreciated
So many things change in our lives soren.
Andy
Thank you Gold for the review yes the one constant is change.
There was a song once; “pave paradise put up a parking lot.” Great write!
Yes I remember that song well. Thanks so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
I can understand your frustrations.
And it's not only Landscapes that change; but People we loved Change or Leave us. Nice one.
So glad you got the metaphor and yes not just other but sometimes we change and don't even recognize ourselves. Thanks so much for the read and interpretation.
Great rhymes and rhythm there, Soren.
Moral: Don't look back - forward, ever forward?
Thanks Dave Appreciate the read and you are right look forward is the way to go.
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