It's In the Past
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Regina Mcintosh.
The past – it’s gone and yet, it lingers on
Darkening the sun’s warmth, yet – occasionally
Breathing joy through the heart and soul, awakening
Kindness, compassion – inspiration and hope
The past – oh, yes – it’s gone, yet it grows
Rooted in the spirit where miracles are composed
Whispering from the feelings, bleeding emotions
Roller coaster rides through the silence, the shadows
Ancient history alive inside where the memory
Invites bold and brilliant sightings of the long-ago
The completed moments throbbing with an ache
Melancholic gray abiding inside heavenly lilac grace
The past – former thoughts, distraught endings
Gone is the fear of a new beginning – it’s ascended
Reaching quietly into the forbidden pieces of a dream
Leaving only traces of its footprint, its impression
Marking each moment with a hesitant sensation, a blur
Passions both fervent and still, melted together
Stirring appetites for the previous days, the younger
Years when laughter sold the poet on joy, elation
Miracles dimmed by the nagging urge to forget
Where the sunlight began to erase the moon’s wispy
Edge, the silhouettes of dogeared formations, clouds
Feathery, frothy, floating … feelings neglected, wiped clean
No more doubt or foggy hues of distraction, dementia
The past – never far away, yet never here in the present day
Elapsed from the remembrance of a wish, a chance
The promise that abides inside one who reasons with now
Eager to rid the immediate of its suspicions, its hesitation
Questions still the voice of reason, pray for wisdom
Echoing in the ear of those who listen calmly, softly
Accepting what it means to reach beyond the apprehension
Into the disquiet of abandoned grief, discarded dread
The memories that haunt the one who knows that rousing
The past – means reviving the source of tomorrow’s ghost
Spirit resurrected to remind peace why it feels so dejected
The past – utters only the slightest cry, resisting the pain
Heartaches that have been stifled by the years –
We take those old memories out and press them to our hearts
Relinquishing the heaviness in the breathless way we give
Only the beauty to those who seek our truth… breaking
The darkness with light poured out on one who knows that
In memory, even the night has its beauty, its stars and moon
The wonder of a celebration – the memory who is truth
The past, no matter what it brings with it – be it fears or tears,
Is more beautiful, more alive, in the shimmering light of the Son’s smile!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment