The Turning of Time

 

Through these trees,

the ones that row the dusty road,

creating an uneven, jagged line

from past to present, teetering towards

the weather-worn house I visited

so often as a child, I sense

the coming of the inevitable;

 

their leaves are only shadows now

of colors that painted my childhood,

their branches only brittle memories

of my climbing days longs since passed.

 

In the old fields there are new roads,

dirt paths cut in the amber soil, and

patches of bare earth ready for building--

I hear the distant cry of a child

mourning her makeshift playground,

while a “grown-up” grieves the fancies

that danced so feverishly in a time

where the whispers of the wind were music. 

 

Through these trees

I see a world gone awry,

where simplicity is replaced with convolution,

and the territories of my youth

are slowly being conquered, taken over,

replaced with predictable,

pedestrian formations that

bleed the land of imagination.

Reviews

[Veeanna]

Very beautiful. You have such an amazing talent.

[just is]

This is one amazing write, I can sense the growing up in this write. This is powerful write. You do have a natural talent, I enjoy reading your stuff. Very well written and put together> Keep writing always like your poetry. You're amazing poet.

[poetic soul]

Through these trees
I see a world gone awry,
where simplicity is replaced with convolution,
and the territories of my youth
are slowly being conquered, taken over,
replaced with predictable,
pedestrian formations that
bleed the land of imagination.

Couldnt have found better words to define this Big Bad Cruel World of Today that has made man a machine and has sucked out sanity from each and every one of us..

lovely this poem is.... :)

Regards,
Poetic Soul

[Legion]

The anguish of aging. Such a wonderfully sad piece. Melancholy perhaps would be a better choice of words here. I have such disdain as well as nostalgia for visiting those places of my youth. The change that occurs through time in those places is like the last gasp of breath before the inevitable. Very well written here. Kudos to you.

[Pax Analog]

Beautiful!

Again, the burnished, etched-in-fire quality. Heart-rendingly elegiac.

All the more reason to ground and found new spirit lands.

Crazy Horse -- another cool Sagittarius.

I think we have to bleed 'em back. ;-)

Resurrection following your elegiac eloquence.

Pax

[Gandré]

Typical Sarah. Wonderfully painted, I liked the relationships between nature, evoking memories back to the youth. So everything can be relived and worshiped once again, feel the spirit of the past. Loved it !!

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This one really spoke to me, for I saw this poem in both lights, both as a change of how we view things from children to adults, and also as 'progress' where old buildings and other such structures that hold memory for people are torn down and replaced by new structures that will generate memories in newer generations.

To be honest, I didn't see the focus on innocence or loss of innocence that the other reviewers saw. Maybe I'm a dullard or something, but I highly doubt that one. lol. I loved the third verse, particularly the last three lines.

Alot of your poems, epecially this one seem timeless because it contains emotions and...what do you call it...sentiments -there we go - that people in any generation can relate to. I think that's another effective aspect to your poetry that makes your work so astounding. I love this one. And I love the first few lines. I can picture walking down a road bordered by trees...perhaps hand in hand with a special someone. =)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A very interesting coming of age piece as we transition and those illusions we are taught to protect our innocents are shattered as we begin adulthood... very nicely done.

[Donald Meikle]

Odd how the same eyes see the same things so differently with a few years of growth. I'm glad you didn't call it Progress!