Get Your Premium Membership


It wasn’t too long before the writing of "Yesterday" when I was out daydreaming beneath the weathered timbers of some squeaky ol’ windmill on our ranch in West Texas. Then fantasy and reality shifted. What once was real in my youth became the fantasy. It was as if my childhood dreams and fantasies had gained the upper hand and, in some surrealistic, bizarre fashion they placed me in a realm of nightmarish realities. Right became wrong… left became right… and war became reality.
When youth had hold of yesterday And time seemed slow to pass away, My thoughts were wings on which I’d fly Through fantasies in my mind's eye. The child matured since on the hill, When wind would blow the squeaky mill, When thoughts would soar the vast unknown, And time just marked the years I’d grown. Now, yesterday’s in dream’s embrace, The fantasy or foreign place, From which I’ve left and come alone, And time’s the trail I'm riding on. The trail has led from peace to war, From all the things I’d known before, To places where I have to deal With hidden terror, dark and real. It’s like I’ve left the world and passed To zones where wretched souls are cast, Where peace is just an idle dream That soothes my mind when fear’s extreme. A moment’s peace, that’s free of fear, Is scarce and guarded near and dear, And every day that I survive, I thank the Lord that I’m alive. I’ve grown so numb, so cold and hard, From people dying, dead and charred. From dreams so real, I wake at night In sudden screams and fists clenched tight. The sun is down, the day has passed, And rain is falling cold and fast. As darkness comes to steal the day, I hang my head and sorely pray. I pray I’ll see the light again And all my friends and countrymen, That none of us will have to die And for a place that’s warm and dry. I pray my dreams are kind to me With bygone scenes from memory; Or just the time to spend at rest, Without those dreams, so death-obsessed. A flash of light! The crack of lead! A zinging sound right by my head! I soiled myself in my alarm And dive to save myself from harm. I'm jolted out of heart-felt prayer To search the night for what’s out there, To mourn the loss of yesterday When time seemed slow to pass away. For yesterday’s in dream’s embrace, The fantasy or foreign place, From which I’ve left and come alone And time’s the trail I'm riding on. ©1972 by Jim Fish

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 7/29/2010 4:15:00 AM
Congrats on having your poem being featured on the poetry Soup Homepage this week, please keep your poetry pen alive and keep painting your poetry pad with colors of creativity and paints of passion. You’ve got it! Love, always Adeleke
Login to Reply
Date: 7/26/2010 5:28:00 AM
Congratulations on your premium poetry being featured this week Jim. Love, Carol
Login to Reply
Date: 12/13/2009 3:23:00 PM
what can I say ,Jim.. all analysis and fancy descripts aside .. this one kicks me in the butt.You have a real talent going here my friend..make sure it don't go too far. Keep writing, you and the world need it. That's what were all about with the gifts we get but know that. -------------Hey real glad you are back! Missed you Thought you gave up on the soup or something. Take good care and keep in touch. -Robert .
Login to Reply
Date: 11/29/2009 11:29:00 AM
I love it.Please read my poem Today is the Day.It is insperational.I have a few good one's to lift your spirits.
Login to Reply
Date: 10/11/2009 9:07:00 AM
I have read your amazing poetry today and enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing with us Jim. An oldie but a goodie. I hope you are enjoying your weekend. Love, Carol
Login to Reply