Pages
Turn to chapters.
I can’t erase the memory.
However hard I try
Early pages of life alight.
In the mere blink of an eye.
Pages then turn to chapters.
And periods of mime
With longer interludes
And steeper curves to climb.
Then come the episodes.
Imprinted on my mind
Some beautiful, some sad
Hard to leave behind.
Phases take on aspects.
Abstract shapes and form
Happiness and heartache
Change the appearance and transform.
Some phases ease in gradually.
Then wind down when they’re done.
We were only staying for a short time.
Then up and on the run.
I saw a shadow passing.
Behind the opaque glass
Delphic and enigmatic
Then disappear and pass.
These periods are smudged.
And sometimes, they do not connect.
The stages of my life
So hard to resurrect.
Tracing time and phases
Through steps and other spells
It is like listening to the seven seas.
Through whispering seashells
©
David Rudder
2023
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