I Was Wandering Through My Old Poems This Morning...


For a nanosecond or two.

It seemed like an eternity:

That first line or two
From way back when –

I let everything go
And returned to my room,

Blind to the forgetfulness
I had covered over.

I really like the closing lines hear, Peter, nicely done.


Les

adds a little bite to it, doesn't it?

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An homage to aging, perhaps, I just think most of us adapt to the situation, mental or physical.

Les

like the alternatives to adapting to old age are kind of gruesome.

lol I guess I was thinking of adapting versus living in the past.


Les

Les,

hate to be contrary, but the past lives in us. sometimes. But I know what you mean. Opportunities. Challenges. They require us be in the present for what is to come. Still, adaptation does require us take what we got. I think sometimes my poetry is an archeological expedition...a bit of retrieval for today. To make some of my life available to the needs and contingencies of the moment. Maybe even accepting that division into past, present and future are perhaps the most artificial of all...

It all goes oon anyway...

amo et avanti,

Peter

I appreciate your perspective Peter, I like the old songs too, but I'm open to a a new riff from time to time, especially if it stirs something inside.

Les

me too

A little soul-searching on a November morn, Peter? It's never a bad thing to look back once in awhile to give a little perslpective on where we are...as long as we don't dwell back there. Nice reflection.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Joe

You, too, Joe.

What a different world we have made,
where we can be friends with people we have never met.

That gives me hope.

Peter

My feelings, exactly.

Joe

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"What a different world we have made,
where we can be friends with people we have never met."

Another "found" poem Peter. Succinct, but profound at the same time.