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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
Comments
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.
It is amazing what can trigger a memory, good or bad, and then the same flood of emotions returns, just like it was yesterday.
Voted up and awesome. So many things play on our memory. Fantastic hub.
Memories can be bitter-sweet - I love the way you have expressed it in your poem.
Very interesting and haunting.
This is very beautiful, memories can hurt or make you happy. My wish for you is happiness...
"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.
Interesting about memories, sometimes one can't escape their past experiences
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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