Friday, October 29, 2010

Eco-Friday: Memories of a house sketch (2)

I shall gaze at the buildings ahead

and still see trees beyond the hill’s edge

like once when Fall touched them, waning

the leafs that weren’t rusty yet & hiding them
yellow beneath the sunlight patches.

And I shall think : it feels like pain

should feel in an artificial limb, like this static buzz

hurting your ear - the noise from your e-reader device

substitutes memories held by a book's pages

 as yellow as tobacco’s smell

 Like once his  fingers touched them.


Magical Mystical Teacher said...

One of the things that your poem evokes in me is this thought: Looking ahead stimulates memories of what has gone before. Sometimes those memories are pleasant, sometimes not, but they are part of who we are.

Ana said...

Yes. and nostalgia makes us embelish even those events past that were not that good...