Notes From The Past (poem)

24th Street San Francisco

How different now it all seems to be

The notes from the past which took me away

Those things which yet toy with my memory

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Are these the streets which set a youth free

Adventures delights to which I would stray

How different now it all seems to be

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Were these the doors which once sheltered me

They opened to hope and closed off dismay

Those things which yet toy with my memory

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A page out of time was my family

Which made up a part of pages today

How different now it all seems to be

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From terrors abuse and hardships I’d flee

And still they found paths to nightmares to play

Those things which yet toy with my memory

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From ashes of storm grew a mystery

Who found in darkness a brighter array

How different now it all seems to be

Those things which yet toy with my memory

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bravewarrior 3 years ago from Central Florida

I guess not all childhood homes harbor good memories. When home isn't sweet it's time to find a new one and start making happy memories. Very nice poem, Martin.


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DDE 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

Interesting about memories, sometimes one can't escape their past experiences


DJ Anderson 3 years ago

"From terrors abuse and hardships I’d flee

And still they found paths to nightmares to play

Those things which yet toy with my memory"

I once had three changes of cloths for school. I prayed that

no one would notice. I made excuses for the switch marks

that broke the skin on my legs. It was a hell that no child should ever live in. It is here in anonymity, that I can let

some truths see the light of day. It messes up the very basic

thinking of a child, when the person who they look to for love, protection and guidance, are the very people who take a switch

and whip them 'till the blood runs down their legs and across their back.

Martin, you touched those hidden memories, but you did so

in a piece of work which is beautifully written.

Our past is never far behind us, is it?

DJ.

Martin, you have captured those moments of abuse and the

memories and nightmares that forever plague me as an adult.

Your work is pure genius.

You have found a way to bring grace and beauty to words

that tell your story.

I don't recall this song. It perfectly describes the plight of

a soul in need.


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always exploring 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is very beautiful, memories can hurt or make you happy. My wish for you is happiness...


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vkwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

Very interesting and haunting.


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Memories can be bitter-sweet - I love the way you have expressed it in your poem.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. So many things play on our memory. Fantastic hub.


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aviannovice 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

It is amazing what can trigger a memory, good or bad, and then the same flood of emotions returns, just like it was yesterday.


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teaches12345 3 years ago

I sometimes feel this way when I go back to visit my home town. As time passes, we view things differently and it helps us sift through to healing.

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