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Midweek Poem-Yesterday

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Yesterday

 

 

Some days I sit with melancholy moods.

Slipping back to yesterdays,

where memories are strongest,

yet so very far away.

 

 

 

And I long for those days,

such an absence,

aching now to regain playful flashes.

 

 

 

But they seem gone, those firsts….

riding a bike with no hands

learning to swing to the sky

eating hand churned peach ice cream we just made

Yet so many of these memories flood back almost drowning me.

 

 

 

And like an old friend I visit them,

and all the emotions they bring.

These memories relived, an old black and white movie

scratched, moments fading on the screen….some almost gone now.

 

 

 

Can we ever really relive those first times,

going back to yesterday?

Perhaps we can take up where we left off,

building new memories, no longer standing still.

 

 

 

Catching up, no time elapsed in our absence.

Senses renewed and awed, reimagined.

New flashes, forever a part of me.

 

 

 

Like watching a fawn discover a grassy meadow,

running free and wild on fresh legs for the first time.

I travel back to that first tree I climbed so high,

with views still magnificent and full of wonder~even in my absence.

 

 

©Donna Donabella 2016

 

 

 


It is the second anniversary of my blog this week…and as I start year three, I thought I would branch out a little and Innovate (my word for the year)…new starts!  And my first new start is participating in Poets United’s Midweek Motif.  This week Sumana is giving us the prompt “absence“.

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I have been kicking around the idea of a poem based on this wonderful quote….

“I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly; “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass

 

I thought it would be interesting to look at the idea of going back with memories….being absent from these childhood times, can we really go back as the memories age and fade.  I hope you enjoy my take on ‘absence‘.  I used Zinnias, I grow in my garden, to illustrate the post, as they represent ‘Thinking of an absent friend’.

 

 

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46 Comments

  1. July 13, 2016    

    And like an old friend I visit them,
    and all the emotions they bring.

    Such a beautiful yearning in your poem, Donna 🙂
    these lines will ring forever inside my heart <3

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

    • July 13, 2016    

      That was a special couple of lines for me too Sanaa….they do feel like old friends we can visit at any time…it pleases me to know these touched you too!

  2. July 13, 2016    

    Happy second anniversary 🙂 i guess the absence and joyfulness of childhood and the discoveries that lie ahead may be difficult to recapture – and yet perhaps we can re-discover in new ways – like words 😉

    • July 13, 2016    

      Thanks Jae Rose….I agree…new words and new memories sparked by the old can keep our old memories alive!

  3. July 13, 2016    

    Welcome Donna and a very Happy Anniversary.
    I think it’s good to re-visit the past – especially since our minds tend to blot out the painful parts.
    A fine poem for the prompt.

    • July 13, 2016    

      I have wanted to join in to the Midweek Motif for a while now. I love the creative energy! And I am happy you loved the poem!

  4. July 13, 2016    

    Love those last 4 lines… views still magnificent and full of wonder~even in my absence.. wow!

    • July 13, 2016    

      I think much of this poem came to me recently as I watched a young fawn enjoying the meadow, brand new to this beautiful creature. And it took me back to those memories of childhood. This was one memory. So glad you loved it too!

  5. July 13, 2016    

    ah….light of the firsts, they do beckon us and almost make us forget our present moments sometimes…such are happy moments once lived..how i love the fawn image Donna… and thank you so very much for participating in midweek motifs 🙂

    • July 13, 2016    

      Yes those firsts remembered can be distracting and I am realizing I can use them to build new memories in the present…I am so glad Sumana that I finally joined in!

  6. July 13, 2016    

    Those memories remind of of who we are and are precious. We all hold fast to them and can remind us of how far we have come and how much love we have had in our lives.

    • July 13, 2016    

      Exactly! That is their draw Robin…such important parts of us that add to who are now too!

  7. Mary Mary
    July 13, 2016    

    You have really waxed nostalgic in this poem….yes those times of long ago are absent in our lives, but they are not (thankfully) absent in our minds. It is nice to be able to think about those magnificent views even from a new perspective after the passing of years.

    • July 13, 2016    

      You have articulated the poem’s theme beautifully Mary! Thank you….

  8. July 13, 2016    

    A most authentic poem.

    • July 13, 2016    

      Oh that means the world to me as I continue to build a more authentic life!

  9. Susan Susan
    July 13, 2016    

    Indeed! Maybe we are the ones absent, not those days gone by. I love remembering the firsts, like surprises during my day.

    • July 13, 2016    

      Exactly Susan maybe we are….and I love your idea of the firsts like surprises!

  10. July 13, 2016    

    Donna we do need to revisit, if we are to keep in touch and be true to our journey-ing selves. I grew up with Zinnias in my Father’s garden. I always luved the simplicity of those flowers

    Good Wednesday

    much love…

    • July 13, 2016    

      Such wise words Gillena…indeed we do need to revisit to stay true ourselves….and how lovely you grew up with lovely zinnias!

  11. July 13, 2016    

    Yay! I’m happy to see you at Midweek! I love your poem on reverie and looking back………..those days may be gone but are still very present in memory………..wonderful to look upon. I especially love your description of them as a black and white movie…..for back then our home movies were mostly black and white. Our family has a few such treasured ones.

    • July 13, 2016    

      Yes I made a commitment to my creativity to join Midweek at least once a month now, and hopefully join in more than that if possible Sherry. We have those old black and white films too…my sister converted them to DVD. I think that is why that line popped into my head!

  12. July 13, 2016    

    One wonders if the old memories miss us, as we miss them.

  13. panchali panchali
    July 13, 2016    

    What a wonderful anniversary to celebrate! Here’s to many more, Donna! poetry and literature area source of inspiration and give a perspective for life beyond prosaic facts, Beautifully penned.

    • July 13, 2016    

      Thanks so much….writing and reading literature are definitely a big source of inspiration for me.

  14. July 13, 2016    

    “Firsts” will forever have a fond place in our lives, I think. Thanks for reminding me that I’ve experienced more than a few of them myself.

    • July 14, 2016    

      You are very welcome…they are amazing memories we can still keep making!

  15. July 13, 2016    

    I don’t know if we can truly re-live the moment, but we can play the scenes over in our minds. Hopefully, the feelings will touch us in a special way.

    • July 14, 2016    

      Indeed they do conjure feelings that touch us in a special way!

  16. July 13, 2016    

    Very true – and l love your wonderful, optimistic conclusion.

    • July 14, 2016    

      Thanks Rosemary…being in nature every day contributes heavily to my optimism.

  17. July 14, 2016    

    A charming poem with beautiful pics.

  18. July 14, 2016    

    Happy Anniversary! thank you for taking me back to many wonderful childhood memories!!

  19. CC CC
    July 15, 2016    

    Such an interesting take on the motif of absence…..these childhood memories that we have been absent from because of Time and Aging….but they are still so strong in our memory banks….you had me at ‘riding a bike with no hands’–yes! That takes me back…and ‘learning to swing to the sky’—definitely!! So much joy here in these words, Donna 🙂

    • July 15, 2016    

      So glad you enjoyed it CC…those are amazing memories from our childhood….glad we share them!

  20. July 15, 2016    

    Yesterday’s are so beautiful and so is your poem! You ask if we can ever visit these times again? I relearned how to ride my bike with no hands last month and you know what? It brought back the old memories and strengthened them somehow! It was still a joy to learn again at this age. I guess it all depends on what is being relived.

    • July 15, 2016    

      What a great new memory built on the old Bekkie!

  21. July 16, 2016    

    Your lines shift indeed the readers to their past which became absent once. Very logically penned.

    • July 16, 2016    

      I am pleased you enjoyed how the poem unfolded, and how it conveyed a feeling of absence.

  22. July 17, 2016    

    Senses renewed and awed, reimagined.
    New flashes, forever a part of me.

    It is good to relate back to memories. They can provide some guide to our desires. One just has to be accepting the eventualities of what life has for us! Truly so Donna!

    Hank

    • July 18, 2016    

      I think relating to them keeps me going….Glad you enjoyed this poem Hank!

  23. July 20, 2016    

    A beautiful poem, Donna. It is true absence triggers so many memories and these may trigger off behaviours that help us cope. There was a lot of delicacy and genuine feeling in this poem. I enjoyed reading it.

    • July 20, 2016    

      Oh I am pleased you enjoyed the poem!

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