Time filters through our hands like sand
Feelings by
life’s winds are fanned
At times an
image re-appears
Evoking
laughter, thought or tears …
A childhood
drama, accident
Or maybe passionate
event
Is conjured
up and never dies;
What
prompts it? Who knows? A surprise!
Our ego
plays tricks on our mind
These can
be pleasant or unkind
We feel
upset - or on a roll;
Our “grey
cells” way out of control…
A person* whom we used to know
Whose
friendship set our hearts aglow
Arouses thoughts
quite bitter-sweet;
His stage
performances unique…
Buried
deep, such ghosts arise
Emotions catch
us, flood our eyes
We relive moments
in our past
And realise
life goes by too fast …
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
* In Memory of Peter Welch, (né Pierre Willems), Belgian jazz musician (27th March, 1947 - 9th June, 2024)
Funeral held on 19th June, 2024
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