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| Image courtesy of Chest of Books/A Distant View of The Powder Tower |
A Distant Bohemia
Distant…
The drums of the past beat
cobbled tattoos
Distant…
On the empty streets here
pushcart dreaming
Distant…
The Tower calls me on
in shades of grey
Distant…
Memory of a day;
lifetime ago
Distant…
Sepia photograph
brings it all back
Distant…
I thought I let it go,
distanced myself...
distanced myself...
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Notes: Poetic Form: Triversen Poetry, a form developed by William Carlos Williams [courtesy of The Poets Garret]; inspired by the prompt from Sunday Scribbling of the word, "Distant.'
We're never far from the past - our own or our country's.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Janice! So true!
ReplyDeleteWe think we can leave the past behind but a word, piece of music or photograph can bring it all flooding back in an instant as clear as if it happened right there and then, only, you said it so much more eloquently than I have.
ReplyDeleteLovely prose.
distance - distance through film - or monochrome - or sepia - the sense of distance so well set up by that picture (great choice) - a melancholic touch to this piece - nice job!
ReplyDeleteThat last line is the clincher. Gave a whole new meaning to the piece. I reread it with that knowledge and heard a different voice. Well done, RJ.
ReplyDeleteI like it.
ReplyDeleteDaydreamertoo - Thank you so much for your kind words. It really is amazing how finding a snap of a single moment in time can flood your memory with images you thought were part of a distant history?
ReplyDeleteOstensible Truth - thanks! And indeed. you are right about that concept of the relativity of distance regarding the emotions and memory.
ReplyDeleteKim - coming from you, that is high praise indeed, Thank you so much!
ReplyDeletebooguloo - Thanks! ☼
ReplyDeletelove it, apt and powerful word flow.
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Cheers.
Echo your words! It takes only a millisecond to rewind to past.
ReplyDeleteThe past is never far away, RJ, nice one.
ReplyDeletePamela
Old photos and postcards of towns I knew allow me to recapture the sights and sounds and even smells of a past long gone...but for me it was only yesterday. I really liked this post.
ReplyDeleteI really appreciated this poem. As you know, the past is never far from my own thoughts.
ReplyDeleteAwesome poetry. Love the last line most!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! Absolutely.
ReplyDeleteYour first stanza, “The drums of the past beat cobbled tattoos,” really grabbed me and drug me into the poem. What a hook.
ReplyDeleteInteresting piece. Love how it reminds us, though we left worlds behind, they still lie close, there for reminicse...
ReplyDeleteWe leave the past behind, but the past never leaves us...it lays dormant waiting for some spark of memory to bring it all back.
ReplyDeletePowerful ending.
Loved the imagery in this. I agree, it's amazing how one little thing can bring memories flooding back. Beautiful take on distant. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful words. I enjoyed reading this very much.
ReplyDeleteReally good one!
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