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 Replies to “Midweek Poem-Yesterday”

  1. 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

    1. 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. 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 😉

  3. 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.

    1. 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!

  4. 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 🙂

    1. 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!

  5. 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.

  6. 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.

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

  8. 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…

  9. 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.

  10. 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.

  11. 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 🙂

  12. 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.

  13. 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

  14. 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.

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