Poem: Present Past

 

 

Present Past

 

a spell from a mirror

thorough time had long destroyed,

 

and yet a single shard

could subsume the world,

perform it with no sound

as loud as an opera.

 

how joyous,

even if breathed for only a while,

such resurrection, 

the past no longer a winding highway of clocks.

 

a hint of tangerine,

a note of meadowlark,

a frisson, long lost love,

redolent as a sonata.

 

here i am, there i was,

dwarfing the present,

this frail, swept place,

embodied in bliss.

here i am, there i was.

 

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7/22/25 ... lots of mods

Having finished the latest draft of my first novel, and finding myself unable to work on the second novel, I turn to poetry.