.
Night follows day,
giving way to night, then day, then night again.
Weeks pass, months speed away, swift as driving rain.
My mind drifts along yesterday’s empty plan
as I trip through the weight of today.
Gone are those fast forever summer games
we played around ponderously ticking clocks;
their tocks now sprint to fling each moment into history.
Ice cream dreams will me to childhood archives,
pulling out threads of longing that stretch,
yet fail to breach the barrier of years.
I see sparks of sunlight dancing on the river,
yet cannot feel a floury hand of love upon my back.
I see drowning pups beneath the water,
but cannot reach to pull them from the sack.
A silvered shadow flitters through the meadow
to stand beneath a wide-branched tree.
The shadow climbs as I stand watching
an airy ghost of who I used to be.
I see her every day, this little wraith;
spinning down her emerald path toward the tree,
and for minutes every day, I try to feel the grazing bark upon my knee,
to feel her heart beat, be a part of her, just as she’s a part of me,
and to ascertain that she’s as free
as she and I pretend to be.
As I trip through the weight of today,
my mind drifts along yesterday’s empty plan.
Weeks pass, months speed away, swift as driving rain,
night follows day, giving in to night, then day,
then night descends again.
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©Jane Paterson Basil
sorry for your sadness 😦
you write so well Jane, will you ever send that email ..
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My sadness is only a passing thing. I spend far too much sitting at my laptop, beside the window.
My head’s been all over the place lately. I should send you what I’ve done and let you look at it.
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yes does sound like you are caught in a bit of spiral just now .. you will climb out 🙂
Please press that send button now?
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Done… sorry it took so long. I was having a crisis of confidence, as well as providing too much information 🙂
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got it, will read thru it soon and get back to you .. I totally understand as you have a lot happening just now and that can make things seem overwhelming ..
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Beautiful. But I don’t think it’s particularly sad. I think if we don’t reclaim that part of us we can’t be who we were meant to be.
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I love how you get to the bottom of things, and no, it’s not particularly sad.
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What she said – Calen 🙂 It’s more like a reminiscing and reconnection to your inner child
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This daft thought popped int my head today: I like my childhood self, but I wonder if she likes me 😉
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Lol! Did you ask her ?
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I tried, but she disappeared up a tree 🙂
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Elusive little minx !
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Brava.. 🌹🌹🌹
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Thank you 🙂
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