(photo by Frank Peters)
Colorful echoes of the past
collide with bright visions of the future
Slow steady rain drenches ambition and desire
Need for heat and warmth
propels feet forward
Wetness seeps into fabric, into pores
permeates a moment that has been experienced
by many before
Standing below historical buildings with
their antique facades
Now
seems to be the only thing that matters
yet Now was thought to be
equally important one thousand years ago
Determined explorers, rowdy sailors, sly traders, clever merchants
All who passed this way
share Now
it has come and gone and come again
as colorful echoes of the past
collide with bright visions of the future
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A poem written in the present with echoes of the past and visions of the future – ever present in this moment of time.
Well said, Karen!!
Thank you for continuing to read my posts, Karen!
One of your best, Mary! I love the symmetry using your beginning lines again at the end. I completely agree with Karen, too: past, present, future captured in the Now of your writing. Lovely!
I also really love how you have written the rain as permeating fabric and pores and a moment in time. And yet how clear it is that the rain would have done the same whether a 1,000 years ago, 500 years ago and will in the future. I really find the freshness and symmetry and imagery of your poem so pleasing.
Thanks, Meghan! I found in Europe the juxtaposition of historical buildings with modern steel and glass made the story of our ancestors palpable; their presence alive. I loved it!! 🙂