#166 of 365 – “the past”

“the past”

 

it has led me here

where the cuckoos sing

 

where the clocks tick on

and the pendulums swing

 

here where old plans

have come to die

 

and new ones come out

of the ashes and fly

 

where sense can be made

of lessons learned

 

or lessons ignored

till our teachers return

 

here where we try

to make good fortunes last

 

and push the unfortunate

into the past

 

it has led me here

where the cuckoos sing

 

where the clocks tick on

and the pendulums swing

 

where old memories fold

and reshape and endow

 

the making of new ones

here and now

 

 

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5 Responses to #166 of 365 – “the past”

  1. I recently wrote a poem called “Paths” that sort of resembles the same concept. The events of our past, good and bad have all led us to where we are today. Sometimes we can dwell on one moment in time where we maybe made a mistake and regret how that one event caused such a domino effect on our lives. It then gets into the future. Perhaps, if one little thing could send your life spiraling, another little change could bring you up just as dramatically. These moments in time all string together and make up our path. Theres lots of directions you could take

    • Blackbird says:

      Thanks so much for reading and for you comment Louise! You are so right — so many little (and some big) events can and do change the course of our lives…but we can always change them again. Will check out your poem.

  2. [?]

    On Sun, Mar 16, 2014 at 10:00 PM, ElevenFifty9 wrote:

    > Blackbird posted: “”the past” it has led me here where the cuckoos > sing where the clocks tick on and the pendulums swing here where old > plans have come to die and new ones come out of the ashes and fly where > sense can be m”

  3. pi314chron says:

    Even at 4:33 a.m. I like this one…a lot! The repeated lines is a poetic device to be used in moderation but you certainly don’t violate that injunction. Your concept of new memories being made from the old ones is nicely done, too! (“the past is prologue” etc.) Well, I better try to get back to sleep, kiddoe! Hope you’re sleeping well!

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