Through the barricades.

Through the barricades

of time

life's hurdles

where nature waits

to collect

its plot of dust

and cover it with grass.

Where friendships over time

have evolved,

at the same time

others have dissolved.

What can be bought

from the corner shop

but a thought

from a photo

that walked in the past

from a shadow 

now disappearing.

The shadow that walked

was on a thought

most travelled

on a path of

discovery.

All paths come

to an end

as do their shadows.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This feels like a rambling walk down memory lane, as if imagined by someone incredulous as to how did life zoom by so quickly & how could it be that the end is now near? Like the narrator didn't really think much about how all things must end, until the end was staring him/her in the face. Sentence #1 is a well-crafted & attention-getting opener. Sentence #2 is a simple idea, brilliantly stated. Sentence #3 is hard to decipher -- had to read it twice. All in all, well done & original in a place where many poets write about end-of-life issues (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[andrew mitchell]

Someone posted an old photo of a corner shop, a serve well store it was called from the 1960’s.as a kid I walked passed this shop on the way to primary school and back home. The kids outside must be shadows now and the black and white photo depicted a creepy feel. Anyway many thanks for reading Margie.

[Savanna Robbins]

I really like this poem. very endearing