Jun 2017
Moving pics on amber walls
projected others against my life
seeing new upon the old
wondering how the two enfold
resin has the past enclosed
shelves with items, closets stuffed
trinkets yellowed in gold
always there, yet separate
present asked to share its space
with the ghosts always there
there stand the silhouettes of loved ones
stamped in hazel’s surrounding grasp
history’s stamp is still there
a tranquil prison out of touch
this is said as a prayer
I’m still here in its wake
masking cause, blurring lore
reactions made are not my own
against the amber I exist
extension of what came before.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170604.
projected others against my life
seeing new upon the old
wondering how the two enfold
resin has the past enclosed
shelves with items, closets stuffed
trinkets yellowed in gold
always there, yet separate
present asked to share its space
with the ghosts always there
there stand the silhouettes of loved ones
stamped in hazel’s surrounding grasp
history’s stamp is still there
a tranquil prison out of touch
this is said as a prayer
I’m still here in its wake
masking cause, blurring lore
reactions made are not my own
against the amber I exist
extension of what came before.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170604.
The first line of “Amber Walls” came to mind while I was laying down for a nap. I jumped up and wrote the rest of the poem about the impact of the past on the present.
