Fading Memories

Posted: October 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

Quazism

Grasping at fading memories

I cross that bridge and journey towards

A time when my dullest moments

were the most colourful.

 

A golden childhood

Life overflowing.

Fishing from the sky

Flying under water

A beautiful vista of curiosity and innocence

I explored

and owned each moment

 

But…

Time eats away at what was

She weakens the bridge

between now and then

She covers yesterday in rust

and my fondest memories in cobwebs

The trees are older now

The stream is weaker

And I find myself

frantically adding colour to a fading painting

 

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)

 

This poem is linked to d’versepoets.com (POETICS)

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