Dust From the Past
Dust From the Past
They aren’t all bad,
these dusty memories,
my mind sees
fit to retain.
Where they all
stay hidden, you see,
is not for me
to explain.
Some are just
like static
shocking me sharply
into pleasant scenes
while others
are like the stove hood
greased over
so the memory clings.
Some appear
quite often
and others
not often enough.
Some bring a smile
to this old face
but for some
the remembrance
is tough.
They must collect
like errant dust
trapped awaiting
brain's nerves
to synapse
or perhaps they wait
for a dusting thought
to collect them
in hearts relapse?
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2014
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