Rusted Recall
Lit Up — May’s Prompt: Nostalgia
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1 min readMay 21, 2018
Fading recall escapes me
bits of life blowing by…
some wounds scarred over
pardoned by neglect,
timely twists of fate.
Emotionally reeling
from these feelings,
a long forgotten slate.
Once buried, since revived
now crowding my plate.
Many times I’ve run
into a mindful squall.
Left to contemplate
those days gone by…
some remembered, others fall.
When clowns sang at parties
and pinata’s bit the dust.
While kickball, the test pattern,
Drive-Ins and Moon pies,
dust off their rust.
Calling means to visit
face to face, eye to eye.
No hiding behind a wall
of electronic Voodoo,
spinning clever lies.
Sentiments of angels
usher sweet dreams into my sleep,
memory’s drift comes and goes.
The past awaits the future,
the present I shall keep.
