Time Flies

Time Flies

A Poem by Imagination
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A man goes back to his abandoned childhood home thinking about his parents.

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Image result for abandoned back porch

Two spirits rest in graveyard floors,
though of past days, I do recall 
there inside the peeling back door--
their younger voices I hear no more.

The back porch swing's a rusted thing--
the see-saw now lies still.

My youth so seems like only a dream,
old family frames display us three--
but sadly, all that's left is me.


© 2017 Imagination



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Another gem. I can say no more. Well done!

Posted 1 Day Ago


Imagination

1 Day Ago

I thank you.
emipoemi

1 Day Ago

my pleasure.
I like this short poem Imagination. You have caught the sadness of advancing years when we think back to the familiar memories of family, people and places, and particularly those that are no longer with us.
Regards,
Alan

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Imagination

3 Weeks Ago

Thanks, very much.
Warning my reviews are now very honest so I hope it will don't hurt you. Cause I can see here from reviews below people mostly praising you. Title have nice double meaning. I can see you speak in symbols and basically you talk about personal lost. Words are in deep unity of meaning. But this kind of poem here are very ussual . I want to see something diffirent and unique . Maybe reason is we don't be too difirent. I don't know. I am sorry if I hurt you.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Imagination

1 Month Ago

Your review is fine. I too wish to see something out of the ordinary from others and myself but poet.. read more
A series of moments, a monochrome collage superbly captured in time. Delightfully penned & much appreciated....N

Posted 7 Months Ago


Imagination

7 Months Ago

Thanks so much Neville.
Neville Pettitt

7 Months Ago

Win win then. All Good Things, N
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Sad and poignant and so beautiful. I have no words to describe the depth of emotion you invoked in my heart with your words. ⚘

Posted 7 Months Ago


Imagination

7 Months Ago

Thank you DIVYA.
deeply painful and vivid imagery. The loss is as much profound as much powerful the memories are.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Imagination

1 Year Ago

Thank you for the review Queen.
you can go back home,but you can never go back in time..profound write,great imagery

Posted 1 Year Ago


Imagination

1 Year Ago

Thank you.
Detailed imagery...that truly captivates the reader.
It is sometimes difficult to go back to that place of our youth.
Memories overflow and thoughts are endless.
Your expression is extraordinary.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Imagination

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much. :)
I loved this, you have a fantastic way of summing everything up that would mean so much to others not just yourself, memories, loss, melancholy, love, heartache...fantastic- this is really wonderful i'm picture my gran and auntie whilst they were alive bickering away as they did bringing their memories back to life and it's brilliant.:)

Posted 1 Year Ago


Imagination

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much KT. I'm happy you enjoyed it. :)
FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Firstly, I stared at the image for a long while. There was so much sombre beauty in the photograph. I was wondering if it was something you got off the internet or took yourself. Either way, it complimented the poem very well.

CONTENT AND FORMAT

I envisioned the speaker as a middle aged man or woman that returned to her family home. There were memories in the house; a familial ruin and tomb. The narrator was caught in a nostalgia for her parents or perhaps grandparents given the word "elderly." As I read and absorbed each line, my felt as though an anchor sunk my heart. I gained a personal connection to this poem for I dread the day my elderly parents pass away. A little piece has been taken from the writer.

CLOSING THOUGHTS

Overall, this poem embodied tragic beauty. Unfortunately, I have not sensed hope in the general tone. Therefore, I would like to offer some light into its content. The balance of life and death is a difficult subject; it is a burden and a gift. A part of our soul will be taken by loved ones who die before us, but those pieces are preserved in our souls; the reflections are held in the photographs or memories. Thank you for sharing!

sincerely,
ria

Posted 1 Year Ago


Imagination

1 Year Ago

an excellent review Ria. Indeed it is about a man who comes back to his old abandoned home where his.. read more
Vria P Crow

1 Year Ago

You are very welcome. :D Awe. I am sure you review just as well.

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