MOODS OF RETROSPECTION-:-
vertginuously
orientation
cultivated
focused
interest
on FUTURE OCCASIONAL GOALS
isolate
dialogue
phenomena
prompting
variety
with POSITIVE POSSIBILITY
recognising
utter
certain
new
beginnings
In retrospection, I should have been the bigger person.
But how could have I been, when I was the one secretly hurting
From that secret you had simply and conveniently forgotten...?
Young Once More.
.
Beyond furrow and story filled line
Haggard and lived in drooping sallow skin
Weathered and tired by the scourge of time
Disguises a youthful heart that resides within
Cheeky clear smiling eyes
Light up as beacons on a dark velvet night
Reviling the beauty beyond facade disguise
On reminisces of her happy childhood take flight
For a few brief moments the years fade away
A young girl in the blossom of youth full of charm and delight
Halcyon memories of long gone warm sunny days
And oh so clear skies
Her and friends at play
Bring a tear of joy
As though it was just yesterday
Her first naive kiss with a boy
Cherished tender memories
Kept within the album of her heart
A young girl at heart history.
.
‘’ I love talking to older people
And talk about their childhood. The look in their eyes is Priceless and beams from the heart.’’
.
Peter Dome©2020.
I see them in the field of the future
harvesting the unripe fruits of hope.
In unseen graveyards greedy ghosts grope...
Nothing is left for posterity to nurture.
The beauty of their ashes glows in gloom;
I hear the bomb-blast of their past errors.
Silence ushered in the threat of terrors,
O the peak of pain... the den of doom!
Reality rests in the repository of retrospection,
shadows zoom in and through the room;
and on the floor is a shattered broom...
Of sweet dreams swept into detention.
Life banks at the shores of untrue reality;
the Sun speaks of darkness concealed,
and stars sing of light yet to be revealed...
Dead heroes eat on the platter of possibility.
Platform breezes,
spitting rain,
red brick station,
vintage train.
Take a seat,
relax with ease.
Conductor's voice,
'Your tickets please'
Time to leave,
the whistles cry,
release of brakes,
hydraulic sigh.
Boiler stoked,
the pressure's high,
clouds of steam
feed hazy sky.
Pace increases,
prospects vast,
golden sun,
then shadows cast.
Tunnel vision,
fortunes passed,
speed illusion,
double fast.
Transport systems
side by side,
railways clatter,
waters glide.
Broken buildings
all but hide
industries that
sadly died.
Sleeping coalmines,
unforged steel,
stillness grips
the potter's wheel.
Once fired kilns
no more anneal.
Unemployment
fears turn real.
Dereliction,
overgrown.
Shattered lifestyles,
hope unsown.
City's future
lies unknown.
Lives to whet
on worn out stone.
Climb aboard the yester-train
to days of work, then back again.
S.Tideswell 2nd May 2009
Nothing lasts forever
think you're so smart but you aren't so clever
You'll be crying when everything comes together
Bet you thought that love would hold out and break you never
But here is the truth at the end
It's better to remain a friend
Now that this story is coming closer
to discovering what is better or worser
You keep on reading though you can't stop faking
your life is nothing else but what you're making
it to be
just wait and see
But hurry hurry run out further
was it all worth losing just to have her
sure you say that there is nothing you'd rather
hold in your arms but the truth I gather
is that she doesn't want you
isn't it about time you came around to that view
Twice a liar and damned to fire
I guess the lover is stretched out on wire
from the puppeteer and his horrible play
that runs on through 'til your final day
But isn't it better than not knowing
what lost love and fate have been showing
Maybe it is
maybe it's not
but in this end
it's all you got
somewhere lost behind my musings
one two three
let's count them all
while all rhyme and comprehension
swan dive spirals
as it falls
somewhere in the secret synapse
four five six
negotiate
while all thoughts and disposition
still remind me
I was late.
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