to be sewn shut in the drape of time,
I find my parched skin crawled by stories,
lived, unraveling now, to yet be seen:
there was a maid at my kindergarten,
who brightened up when I offered her
a sweet at the year end, in shadow of
my mum beaming at me for who I was.
there were these ladies yesterday, who
asked a kid in rags what he wanted to
eat, asked him at the sweet shop, made
me smile through, crinkling at the eyes.
the story unfolds, the steps are falling
down, I am sucking a candy, a worm
sits atop my molars, as normalcy fails,
welcome me, I am back to the void.
how perturbing the silence feels, it rings
in the air, the Beatles are painted,
in the dark on my wall, a snake of a
head phone coiled on my leg of lone.
further days further, my eyes zoom
to take a shot of a chirping boy, his
hands adjoined, being in a prayer
at peace of mind his hunched self.
I see a death bed, years to be gone,
(or may be not), a quill stands right
spewing ink of words, there’ll be no tear,
just an accompanying draft of air.
the threads are broken, no longer sewn,
my skin shivers in the cold of the stories,
lived, unraveling now, to yet be seen.
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*Linking it up with Bjorn’s Time-travel prompt at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and Poetry Pantry at Poets United.
Image credits: Past-Present-Future by Norbert Papp
such a wonderful place.. i like how you describe it all.
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“lived, unraveling now, to yet be seen”…the story of our life..varied yet same…
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Sweet memories of childhood and the present sour truth:(
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Our lives are never how we plan them. Expect the unexpected and laugh a lot!
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I really like your approach to this prompt, combining narrative elements with introspection. This gave me food for thought.
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due to a recent loss of a friend, I find myself reflecting in a similar fashion at present. Life has a way of constantly shifting one’s perspective.
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This is just my intention. We are always in the present – yet the future lies ahead and the past could give us strength or pull us down. The compassion in your words make me smile.
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Sometimes memories of the past come floating back to color our present and help us consider our future.
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Childhood of innocence can be most amenable to getting them flavored to certain ways of privileges. Their acceptance is easier. But adulthood takes in a lot of knocks making it difficult to communicate. Wonderful write HA!
Hank
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it would be pretty freaky to stand in a moment of time and be able to see all the way back and all the way forward…i think we could look at each part of life and find something we could appreciate though…hopefully….pretty cool that you remember that teacher….ha
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this is nicely Dickens-ish in its telling, very enjoyable. worm on your molars! snakes for headphones! gah, wake up! 😉
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Your poem is imbued with mood, it really drew me in……..I love the small kindnesses and smiles described…….and then that look ahead, which sort of perches on the edge of a void…..stark and powerful writing.
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Really wonderful write! I loved the juxtapositions in this piece–and the frame you provided
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Time travel .. past, present, future ~ perfect.
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We are all part of stories yet to be told as well as part of those which have already happened. The story of the candy when you were a little boy made me smile.
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This was well written reminded me of the Paperman stories from Beneath Ceaseless Skies.
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The surreal mixed with real and shifting of tenses works really well for this piece. I enjoyed this. 🙂
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I enjoyed the certainty of the child, the happiness of the adult and the wise acceptance of the lived and old. And how I love the way reality dances with things that are only real for a few.
Wonderful.
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So often we look back, we look forward. Each stanza unfolding with a meaning,. Thoroughly enjoyed and saw you in the space as you wrote this anmol, keep well my friend.
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This is beautifully written….woven through past, present and future with a thread of introspection connecting them all….absolutely lovely. I adore the first stanza in particular!
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Reblogged this on frijasroxanne.
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The more I read, the more I liked it. There’s an appealing thread of macabre here.
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Hank an excellent weave and counter weave with the word threads here. Love the sci-fi element and your resolving stanza just starts the machine weaving again.
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