Thompson Emate Poet Quatrain

The Past is Still a Mirror

Creating the past,
How long will this last?
Bringing back the tracks from behind,
How much joy will I find?

Sometimes I desire to stay in yesterday’s embrace
when I feel I’m short of sufficient grace,
Sometimes I want to hide in the night,
Away from the emerging light.

The past comes to my head,
Like a book waiting to be read,
I’m tortured by its pictures,
They’re like behemoth creatures.

The past is a glinting illusion in my room,
There’s transmutation to gloom,
It reaches out its hand,
Even as I run to Glory Land.


March 4, 2024.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers March 5, 2024 at 11:10 AM Hello Thompson, you really captured the complex relationship we have with our past. It reflects the struggle between longing for the comfort of familiarity and the desire to move forward. The imagery of the past as both a comforting embrace and a haunting presence is evocative. It reminds me of my own journey of reconciling with my past, navigating between nostalgia and the need for growth. Great Poem! - Blessings, Daniel Thompson Emate March 5, 2024 at 11:25 AM Thank you, Daniel, for stopping by. I'm glad that you can relate to the poem. Blessings.

Josefina Costales March 3, 2024 at 12:41 PM That's a thought-provoking take looking at one's past as a mirror. So true the images we see captures what one did or feel or experienced. Nice. Thompson Emate March 4, 2024 at 2:54 AM I'm glad you can relate to the poem. Thank you for stopping by, Josefina.