Today, as I do every week, I’m participating in Poetic Thursday with my friend, Pam, and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.
This is the photo we were given last week as inspiration for today’s poem:
And here’s my poem:
Your Haunting
A shadowy figure among the trees?
Perhaps, but, more likely one of these:
An aroma from the days when you were a child.
A song from your teens when you bordered on wild.
An opportunity not taken, and therefore, missed.
That someone you should (or shouldn’t) have kissed.
A word that was spoken but shouldn’t have been
that led to the loss of a long-time friend.
A dream you dreamed but set aside,
that perfect shell washed away by the tide.
Your hauntings are there if you take a good look.
They’re the pages, the chapters in your book.
Though they may be safely tucked away,
they’re your memories, your story, your yesterdays.
~These Days Of Mine~
these days of mine 