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A dangerous place
The past is vast and dangerous
views and vistas shrouded in nostalgic fogs
Of self deceit, weaving about us
seductive blankets warming against reality.
We lived it once........Let it go!
It has passed as the morning
to return distorted memories, clinging
weighing down today, blotting out tomorrow.
We love and hated in equal parts, . . .
decided,un-decided yes and no,maybe
Excuse ourselves, blaming others .
The past we cannot change its vapours soothe
Tobacco smoke, malignant chokes ,then
.too late we see the truth,
I
Published 9th Oct 2013
| Edited 3rd Jun 2016
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Anonymous
10th Oct 2013 2:00am
It is a dangerous place to visit at times and as you said Mr. Kexby, {We lived it once........Let it go! }, why have to relive again and again, when we can choose to live differently.
Beautiful reminder, thank you.
Beautiful reminder, thank you.
10th Oct 2013 12:09pm
Thankyou for reading Vee. The past haa a significant influence on us and society. Its interpretation needs careful analysis,not always available.
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10th Oct 2013 2:03pm
You are a very talented writter I hope your poems are being published other places than DU-They are very good!
10th Oct 2013 2:39pm
Catlady you are very kind. I have one book 'A Stirring in the Air' being sold on Ebay by the Charity SHINE A charity for Spinabifida sufferus
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11th Oct 2013 3:25am
Your writing resonates with the form I am trying to refine, learning to hear the world around me with 'me' corrupting everything with predeterminations. You are a mirror of life around you, something still souls do well. I'm glad to be able see things through your eyes if only for a short time
Thankyou Utmakalitho.
You are correct about the world, listen to her.The mirror of life around causes us to see ourselves as others may see us,but then are we able to see ourselves as we really are? We have to deal with conceit which disorts. Does the mirror make us look backwards? Does it tell the truth about the past ? I do not know, I am an expert at questions.
The poet must not believe that because of her/his abilty to manipulate words that makes the poet a philosopher. The poet needs to be a camera see the world around and all the beauty and pass that view on to others.This may be a conceit to say however I shall say it,I cannot help but write poetically in all my writing.Nature is my main source, I can see her in town as well as country, my house and the wrens nest are of the same purpose both are organic . . . . . temporary.
You are correct about the world, listen to her.The mirror of life around causes us to see ourselves as others may see us,but then are we able to see ourselves as we really are? We have to deal with conceit which disorts. Does the mirror make us look backwards? Does it tell the truth about the past ? I do not know, I am an expert at questions.
The poet must not believe that because of her/his abilty to manipulate words that makes the poet a philosopher. The poet needs to be a camera see the world around and all the beauty and pass that view on to others.This may be a conceit to say however I shall say it,I cannot help but write poetically in all my writing.Nature is my main source, I can see her in town as well as country, my house and the wrens nest are of the same purpose both are organic . . . . . temporary.
