03/25 A Valuable Lesson

(Read More...)

Rewind

The world, a scratched record, skips,
a longing for sun-scorched knees, a hose's arc.
"Better," a ghost word, a sun-bleached photograph,
before the static, the fractured, the stark.
Bare feet on hot concrete, summer's endless haze,
clean air a promise, in those simpler days.
A phantom echo, a desperate, silent plea,
to rewind the tape, and simply, just simply, be.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: USA the bay state, United Kingdom, Australia, South Africa, Nigeria, Canada, Europe, USA

Favorite Poets: Dylon, George Harrison, Leonard Cohen, Jess, Rett, Black Mountain Gang

This user supports Neopoet so it can be free to all

Comments

Candlewitch

3 months ago

Oh, Mark...

Your thoughts are simply fabulous! Would not that the world slow down and just be! my favorite lines:

A phantom echo, a desperate, silent plea,
to rewind the tape, and simply, just simply, be.

mark

3 months ago

Smiles

Lots of them for you...
Mark

Ruby Lord

3 months ago

Hi Mark, your poem is soaked

Hi Mark, your poem is soaked in nostalgia, and your imagery is delicious. Good job, Ruby xx

mark

3 months ago

Hello Ruby

Thank you...