spindly limbs tapping
moonlight morse at my window
the past wants to talk
-ca
About the Creator
CA
Sound Engineer, Poet, sometimes-composer.
"Tell all the truth but tell it slant" - Emily Dickinson.
Objects In The Rearview Mirror
I spent a lot of my formative years on the road. My father was in the military and when we were stationed all around the country (after I spent my early childhood in Japan). Going from place to place in our minivan was always the solution. We drove from Virginia to California with a pitstop in Washington to visit family on the way down. We drove up and down each coast and the one the that always remained the same was music. Music on the radio, music in my earphones from my bright yellow walkman and later on, my portable CD player. So many songs not only were the guidemaps to my childhood, and I can remember the places we were when I really felt them for the first time.
By Josey Pickering3 days ago in Beat
Comments (4)
Congratulations 🎉, this is beautifully written. It took me to that sacred place where dreaming yet still having to be aware am in the present. Reflection and remembrance are great teachers. 🌹
This gave me chills! Congratulations on placing in this challenge! ❤'d and subscribed 😄
love the last line "the past wants to talk". Congratulations !
“The past wants to talk” capturwa the essence of this poem. Beautiful metaphor.