Nov 2017
It happened fifty years ago
It’s yesterday to you
Holding onto dreams that seem
Never to come true
Seasons of Past so plague you
A long-playing Revival
Gathering an audience
Is key to your survival
A pattern of yesterdays
Mired in fear and shame
Staying insignificant
While projecting all the blame
Letting go is good for you
A cellular release
Down comes that wall Resentment
A chance to find some peace
An embryonic valve released
To play a different song
Soften your face, creating space
Held hard in your heart so long.
It’s yesterday to you
Holding onto dreams that seem
Never to come true
Seasons of Past so plague you
A long-playing Revival
Gathering an audience
Is key to your survival
A pattern of yesterdays
Mired in fear and shame
Staying insignificant
While projecting all the blame
Letting go is good for you
A cellular release
Down comes that wall Resentment
A chance to find some peace
An embryonic valve released
To play a different song
Soften your face, creating space
Held hard in your heart so long.
Gratitude for this day, for sharing a Thanksgiving with caring friends. So grateful for HP, a place for sharing with other poets who put themselves out there, too. This poem was a reflection of spending time with people not so able to let go of negativity from their past. It feels good to look forward, instead, with hope and kindness.
