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Monday, August 8, 2011

Forever Young


Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947
This photo prompt came from Magpie Tales:
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Forever Young...

I walk through the corridors,

Footsteps echoing in the silence

Searching for her

Amongst the crocheted blankets

Tucked to warm bony knees

Against frailty’s indifference.

“Hi, Granny, it’s me…”

Uncertain eyes peer through

The waves of narcotics

Seeking today’s sun

Riding the pain briefly to connect

Before the inexorable tide carries her

Beyond my reach

She floats away

I hope to a day

Where the evening is full of promise

And youth blooms shyly in the moonlight

Wafting the delicate scent of love.

She walks through memory’s corridors,

Joyously calling into the night

Searching for him

Amongst the heady fragrance

Peering into the spilled porchlight

Against time’s indifference.

15 comments:

Mystic_Mom said...

Brava! A snapshot of another time, I love it! Okay now I'm going to try too! Wonderfully done!

waysidewordgarden said...

This is sweet and sad, and a nice joining of past to present. I love these lines "peering into the spilled porchlight/against time's indifference."

Brian Miller said...

i hope she finds that beautiful place as well...bitter sweet end to this....some really nice lines worked in there...to set the tone of the piece...

Brandee Shafer said...

I felt it.

Martin H. said...

Tenderly written.

Shari Sunday said...

Lovely and sweet. It is what I want when the time comes, to get lost in sweet memories.

Mama Zen said...

Gorgeously written!

kaykuala said...

The young days followed by the logical sequence of getting older and eventually fading away. All the time love is always there to share. Beautiful verse!

Stafford Ray said...

Yes, the indifference of frailty and time! Memories are both a joy and sweet torture as we wait for it to end but your presence at her side is real and now.

thingy said...

Oh, Zoe. So sad, so lovely. Wonderful take.

Zoe said...

Hi Everyone,
Thank you all for your kind comments!
Stafford Ray - I wish I could have been at my Grandmother's side - she died 10 days after a diagnosis of cancer last year, 12 000 miles from me. I was, however able to talk to her on the phone in that week and there were moments of lucidity, which I am really thankful for.
Her own husband died in 1951, 2 years after my Mum was born. I would love to think that 1947 looked something like this painting for them - young love, the hope of a future together...

Erratic Thoughts said...

First of, I loved your blog very much...
And I liked the closing line"Against time’s indifference"...
Some Bitter-sweet memories...

Zoe said...

Hi Errant Thoughts - I am so glad you are here! :) And thank you! :)

The Cello Strings said...

elegant.
Thanks for sharing.

Helen said...

Your poem is lovely ....