A Time for Thougts

July 16, 2011
By Oakleaf BRONZE, Wichita, Kansas
Oakleaf BRONZE, Wichita, Kansas
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I
First came seeds;
Hope for the next,
New life,
A start,
Of unremembered past.

II
It is only now that I see
That I hear
Or feel
Or taste.
The rest is just fading memory
That can’t be caught
And preserved for eternity
Or some slight ghost of what may happen
Without even a pattern of footsteps
As detail.

III
They say history repeats itself.
History is gone.
It doesn’t change.
Future changes.
But anyhow,
How can you find
That which isn’t there (yet)?

The author's comments:
This was written over the course of several years. Part I includes pieces of the first poem I ever wrote, so it's special to me.

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