the tales of our todays
splash into tomorrow
my veins appear bluer
my joints creak louder
as if anxious for attention
hours pass while in some strange
autopilot stupor
paddling among memories
that bleed monochrome
feel like sand slipping
painlessly from my ears
bright names have grown grubby
as years dribble away
from my hands
it must be universal
what’s the medical name
for over-reminiscing
coupled with too much thinking
sad hellos float in the wind
goodbyes punch harder
and occur too often
our misery clings to the windows
like April raindrops
the language of young manhood
smudged together in the mist
incoherent grey clouds
we remember this but not that
my spine aches
I misplace things
and next week and next month
stumble into view
blurry as a frozen drink
dangerous to touch
Written: January 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time about my own reflections on the past, and what I think many other people can feel too. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.