Sunday, April 06, 2008
The Past
The past is like a shadow
ever following
like day on night
pulling
ruffling feathers in the present
make it seem more or less bright
obscured
sometimes weighing down
even flat out denied
but always there
to fall back on
when in need of a guide
©2008 Fenny
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and sometimes it can even be an immense reservoir of happiness... i know,, as i choose oft times to immerse myself in it.....
Posted by: paisley | Monday, April 07, 2008
"ruffling feathers in the present" A lot of truth in that line and cuts at a core of the past.
Posted by: Scott | Monday, April 07, 2008
This one gets better and better with each reading. Its words sink in and becomes the sort of wise advice you might recieve from a grandparent.
Posted by: Poets Who Blog | Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Very good comparison you've made here, it flows nicely too
Posted by: Crafty Green Poet | Friday, April 11, 2008
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