He said ' look back at me'
but she didn't want to see
so the conflict carried on
and events, spiraled uncontrolled, from day one
she had to move from home she loved
for the sake of parents, beloved
and when he struggled to find the words
her pride refused , his sense of worth
she thinks he's not responsible actions
but he says he loves her, thought not of her reputation
she misinterprets his brooding nature
only see's his strength of purpose, later
but he finds her wilful pride disturbs him
and he finds her distance nature, very prim
but her wrath towards his severity
is her failing, to see him sincerely
he misinterprets her ...intentions
both stubborn to see each others attraction
but as love is sure to find a way
when he finds the right words to say
'look back, look back at me'
soundtrack
North & South. (BBC 2004)....look back.....look back at me
North & South: I've Seen Hell-Martin Phipps
One day you will look back at this version of yourself,
the one who remained gentle even when life sharpened at the edges,
the one who kept showing up even when it seemed impossible to try anymore,
and you will be so proud, you will thank yourself for enduring, for believing in mornings,
for daring to hope even when the world seemed so heavy and exhausting,
you don't see it now, but even this moment, this chaotic and painful moment,
is part of your becoming, of your journey towards who you will be,
you are growing roots right here, right now, and transforming into someone you will always love,
because in every moment of struggle and every hidden smile, in every small and hesitant step,
a stronger, gentler version of you is being born, a version that embraces all you have been and will be.
When artists
grow reflective
their impact
is stalled
All direction
is hijacked
momentum
recalled
Looking back
through their psyche
a tunneler’s
view
As horizon’s
lie waiting
with visions
— anew
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
When we die, we take nothing
Leaving everything on our plates
Is there a part of us that looks back?
A part that cares about our undone things?
I doubt it
Don’t look back on tomorrow,
For it’s yesterday once more.
The past is gone forever,
And tomorrow is still waiting passed
That open door.
Don’t dwell on things that can’t be.
Changed no matter how hard you try,
This present is what we now live in
And the future lies before our eyes
Don’t look back on tomorrow
That journey has been long gone,
Set your eyes and your spirit
On tomorrow and follow that path
From now on.
I caution you to hear these words I say,
Remember don’t look back on tomorrow
Live in the present and look forward
To another day.
The miracles of life happened
The miracles of life are still happening
We look back and thank God
We look forward and trust God
The hammer of faith
Moves in stillness
An episode of brokenness
Brings forth the potency of faith
Sheltering pain
There is a way to gain
Faith still moves mountains
The fire of faith moves in beauty
As it burns through any circumstance
State the Promise
Live the Promise
Call on the Promise
God will do everything we can’t do
But nothing that we CAN
Faith still moves mountains
The hammer of faith
Moves in stillness
An episode of brokenness
Brings forth the potency of faith
Copyright 2024
I loved adolescence, it is the time we get witty and bright.
If we are lucky, and I was, it is the time we feel pretty
And come into our “own right”.
I remember thinking how much fun life was, in the days I felt cute.
People were nice to me, at this time, I had never met an
ogre, the big bad wolf, or any other brute.
Life was easy, carefree, and I had a thin young lovely waist.
I was not rushed to do anything, but still, I ran around with haste.
As if I might run out of time, and I wanted to enjoy every single second.
Adolescence is a time I look back on fondly, thinking every moon was crescent.
Return to a past
what changes to make,
things I have done
or places I've been.
Who should I be
a better version of me?
Reviewing life's travels
and what's come to pass,
would you change any aspect
of the person you see?
Who I am in the present
no changing my tracks,
like the mirrors reflection
just a future look back.
he lands in a ditch of forlorn
she scoffs and laughs
he feels trashed and dissed
she does not look back
not caring that they used to love each other
"scared"
"I'm getting off"
Still, my bike ride continued
everyday I cried and closed my eyes
I begged ardently
feeling father's hand, we went forward
"Dad, are you holding it?"
"Are you holding the bike well?"
in a large playground
there was father and me alone
already a month
I was just falling wheeling
I couldn't even ride my bike for a few minutes
every time like this
Father
with one hand
wrapped up my back and shoulders
with the other hand
prevented the bike from falling over
we were moving towards the finish line
little by little
when it getting dark
Returning home,
Father whispered in my ear
"Don't look back!"
"Yes"
At sunset, we stood at the starting line of the playground
Again
I pedaled harder than any other day
The bike flew forward like a flying bird
The finish line began to appear before my eyes
listening to father's tired breathing and footsteps
I felt father's hand so
I was able to keep our promise
i knew
Father, not with hands, but with love
like a bike,
he was holding on to my life.
Take my advice: Forget hither:
Like a smitten plant you'll wither!
Know I thou, shalt make it thither;
If thou can'st, then, not here either:
For who would'st work like spider
Of riches and respite neither...
Aye! In cold London remaineth
Others have it made with cold breath;
There I ruleth not out pain,
Still the saddest pain doth soon wane
And what taketh over sweet and gain,
Thy footwear hitting the right lane...
So, thinketh not to look back,
As thou shalt be greeted by lack.
Amelia Romero NM
a daughter
When I look back
I relive petty torments
The way you teased me
The way I displeased you
The scars I needn’t show
With nowhere else to go
Avoided you miserably
Your need for turbulence
had held me hostage
Your drama
Day by day
Flashes of you
Only glimpses of possibility
Vows of a better life
When I look back
i had it in the palm of my hand
and treasured every moment
the open road
the opportunities
and even time
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Just a few more days ‘til I turn eighty-one
As I look back, life has been so much fun,
There were times when I jumped the gun
Times I stayed when I should have run.
Some say, at eighty, life has just begun
It’s those people we probably should shun,
Sort of like old ladies who call me “Hon!”
Not realizing my courting days are done.
Nothing I like better than days in the sun
Like back when I was courting at twenty-one
I once turned away suitors now I have none,
Once I was quite slender, now I weigh a ton.
Written November 25, 2022
AT THE EDGE OF LIFE
When you're near the edge of life
Much closer to its end
You realize there's not much left
And death is not a friend
When you look back on it all
And see the deeds undone
You know you weren't always wise
When spending time for fun
You see what the young don't know
That time can slip away
And no one ever spends it well
They find too late in day
So if you're young, take my advice
Please value time each day
For you won't know when time is up
Or where your future lay
The safest route is to find your Maker
And in His hands to stay
For He will lead you to the end
Which begins in a brand new day
Copyright, Kathryn Search
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