I thought I knew

In a familiar land I knew so well transformations that my memories repel

What was right now what's left, certainty robbed by change's theft

Nothing I recognize, what was well known masked with progress' disguise

A place I used to call home has become a freeway by a factory dome

The schoolyard where I used to play a dealership with cars on display

What was once our private trail now pawn shops with love for sale

The tree under which I proposed now a landfill daily bulldozed

Reviews

[Mars August]

It's strange for me to drive past my childhood home as all the trees have been cleared, and the pond across from it was renovated. Everything I remembered about it, down to the color, had changed. There is melancholy in that, for sure. I do hope the new family that lives there is happy and enjoys their spot on the steep hill.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I sure can relate to this. I came down to SIU in 1968. There was a J.C. Penney and that was it.
The strip downtown was filled with wooden buildings and had such a flavor to it.
Now, there is an ugly apartment building there, we have malls all over the place...it is quite sad.
I like the flow of this with your in-line rhyme.
j.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Jacob I appreciate as always your insight and comments

[John the Baptist]

It's the way of this world: Nothing is constant except change.

[Soren]

Indeed John that is what I tell all couples that are in love, just wait. Yes I agree all things change some for the better and some for the worse. Physical surroundings, people, relationships, society. Appreciate your reading this poem and your comments and interpretation it is right on mark.

[Kady R.]

Hiii Soren!! What a wonderful poem about change. Life is never what we expect it to be in the case the environment is what has change. How terrible that a place was once for growing up in has change!! My family moved around a lot so I never had a place to call home. But I'm sure if I were to go back that the place I once lived in it would have changed also. Things are changing so quickly aren't they? Thanks for sharing this peice!!

[Soren]

Thank you so much Kady for the review and kind words of encouragement and support they are deeply valued,

[thebigtrippie]

I really appreciate the way you convey the symbol of nostalgia with this one as you long for a "society" you no longer recognize anymore. It's a simple yet deeply affecting meditation on change and the idea of self growth in a way as while you grow older, so does the land around you. Good job with this one.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your read and interpretation of this poem it is deeply appreciated. Yes change of the landscape is one aspect of this poem but then society changes, as do relationships and we ourselves. Sometimes it is difficult to recognize any of the old in these as well.

[Beren]

Please write more and we will definitely review your works, we love hearing your words, we love reading your poems!
And this poem is so personal yet universal, cause these things happen to everyone unfortunately. It's so heartbreaking. They just don't change that land, they change a memory. So many memories. The park where my father used to take me when I was little is now a den of dr**s and it always breaks my heart to think about it. Because I feel like they stole a memory I had with my father, my childhood. Thank you so much for sharing this. Your lines are so important!
"Nothing I recognize, what was well known masked with progress' disguise" a real poet.

[Soren]

Thank you Beren for the read and comment yes things constantly change environmentally, socially, and interpersonally and not always for the good.

[JessyJacob]

You write poetry to share your pain pleasure. But I see reviews are so ethic less that keep on creating pain rather a genuine care to you.
So I don't know whether you are cared by any.

Your friends list is so cunning.

I am sorry to say that.
I can giv away whatever I have but do you think you hav enough life and committed to care for. Better you don't take reviews just share your pain.

That's why I don't share my pain or pleasure. I keep it inside. That's another reason I wrote less prose or poetry.

Instead of expecting care of need you to share you keep yourself everything in your so nobody steal anything our pain or pleasure.

[Soren]

Thank you for your comments they are appreciated