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“.
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,
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’.