Illusions of the Distant Past
by
Nancy Pawley
copyright 03-03-2004
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Picture Credits:
The children’s frontier playground has grown empty
in the less than peaceful twilight hours
No small voices squealing out with laughter or delight
Just the prickly winter wind whispering my name
Quick-silver ghosts from many yesterdays
glide a two-step fade
Phosphorescent souls moving off to altered planes
Their impenetrable shadows ride the merry-go-round
Trapped feelings circling in bittersweet illumination
It won’t be long until the hooligans of darkness
make their daily rounds, so I quickly walk back home
Fate refuses no one here;
he bides his bargainless time
watching each tomorrow swiftly flowing
to the pounding future’s shore
Not content to settle in the bounty
of what’s here and now
He seeks to confiscate the mortal present
by offering kaleidoscopic visions;
scalloped fantail fantasies
Nothing that can catch my fancy
while I’m reflecting on illusions of the distant past
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This is a very imaginative write, the depths of evil and the darkness of night,reflecting illusions of the distant past. Almost scary to read on friday the thirteenth! Thanks for the chill down my spine! Anthony
The past is something of a comfort, something that can never be torn from you feet, because it has already happened and can never be forgotten unless by some unfortunate chance. Beautiful peom, Nancy. I love the picture that goes with it.