Transformation

Transformation

A Poem by Nothing Personal
"

A glance into my own life..

"
Days turn to lives
And years into yellowish, brown leaves.
Time can take a full stop when it wants
At some old, familiar places
Where we no longer live.

On a depressing and misapprehended afternoon
Invisible crows bark and Unknown birds squeak.
Lost, long familiar noons each as similar as the other
Were lived here in peace and futuristic search.

Baudelaire and Steinbeck are companions today
With the wonderfully smart Mac.
Their were days when I had no Mac's or
even dreams of owning one.
Poetry was a jumble of words
Only to read after intellectual stimulations
When smart friends were around.
Times when Isla Negra did not mean Black Island to me
and Neruda was a name and a book in father's book shelf.

Oh how I miss those ancient days,
When morning coffee was served by mom.
Dad used to hide beneath newspapers
but still managed to introduce me
To the world of Camus & Kafka.
Human Psychology was a household world
And my girlfriend could be one of my crushes.
Ever loving and caring sister always used to be around
With her stoic madness and insolent whimpers.

Today I sit here and endure the bites of the resilient mosquitoes
And ruminate about the past.
What all things I had but never realized
How even monotonous could be a favorite word.
Of how even a pillow and a blanket
Could remind you of the sunny past.

Perhaps I had not seen the world.
Perhaps I had not known you as much.
Perhaps I had not written my first line of verse.
Perhaps Life had not been mean as such.

Everything today is a continuum of the past.
Familiar sound and familiar touches.
I am getting back into the exoskeleton
Of my half million year old past.

© Nothing Personal. December 29, 2010.

© 2010 Nothing Personal


Author's Note

Nothing Personal
I have used the word "past" multiple times, deliberately. The last line of the fourth stanza is oxymoronic in its sense, it means the opposite to emphasize the emotion. "Isla Negra" is a collection of poems by Pablo Neruda.

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The poem is a trip to my past too. Those old memories of comfort in a warm house with a dear Grandmother taking care of me and sister. Age teaches us to be thankful for all the kind people in a life. I like the story you weaved in your words. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I found this quite interesting, and how you included some of your past that you took for granted. Funny how things seem to come full circle in our lives, like reliving the past over again.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I can see the orange-red sunsets in my mind. So nostalgic and quite sad. You have conveyed your emotions in alot of depth and vivid images. Thank you for the little journey to missed memories.

-youoweyoupay

Posted 7 Years Ago


this is great, its funny how our senses can trigger a certain memories. well done

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The poem is a trip to my past too. Those old memories of comfort in a warm house with a dear Grandmother taking care of me and sister. Age teaches us to be thankful for all the kind people in a life. I like the story you weaved in your words. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great job.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem is so heartfelt and personal, one can't help but simply fall in love with the nostalgic words. The great discription of these everyday functions really bring the reader deeper into the mind of the writer. Super job, yet again!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

great job :p

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

To wander through ancient times internally is a unique way to write! This is outstanding love! :)
We need that to evolve and realise our lessons! :)
Great poem
xx

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bravo! I love this write, definatly the shining star of my many reviews today. You have thrown so much to think about in the mix that all molded together perfectly. The last stanza is my favorite, thank you for sharing :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

interesing

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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