Long Ago…

Ages ago, long on
Green grasses and hot
Sparkling waters were
The losses and gains of

Whispers and looks in
The dank dead of night. All
Asleep and aware of
Fragility. Chipped vases

Just hanging on to
The sides of cold
Counter-tops. Ready,
Almost, to fall to…

A song sung in an under-
Ground place. The visions of
Heat and mountains still left to
Climb. All… all is gone

Somehow, like bushes pulled
Out and tossed to grow in
Slowly moldering woods. The
Groans and wastes. The pleasant,

Sad knowledge of the shattered time
Piece. The bolts scattered across
Barren floors. The…

Tap of an unknown foot
In a room we just
Can’t find.

15 thoughts on “Long Ago…

  1. Sherry Marr June 19, 2016 / 5:32 pm

    Oh, how I love the sound of that tapping foot in a room we just can’t reach. Wow!


  2. jae rose June 19, 2016 / 6:47 pm

    There is a continuity in the landscapes you paint – almost as if after the destruction a different beauty is being built again..all the chipped edges and fragments are there but that foot,.the energy to move..perhaps that will lead to the place to be found


  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) June 19, 2016 / 6:58 pm

    We might always observe, and collect the image, but do they make sense? love the tapping of the foot, like something close but really to distant to grasp


  4. Magaly Guerrero June 19, 2016 / 7:05 pm

    I really like the ambiguity of the last stanza. The tap can be a soothing sound that tells us we are not alone, even if we don’t see our company… or a horrible annoyance that refuses to give us our privacy. I like to think that we get to choose. ♥


  5. ZQ June 19, 2016 / 9:23 pm

    Whew!!!That was/is a wonderful Piece. 🙂


  6. Wendy Bourke June 20, 2016 / 12:08 am

    Awesome. Some very cool lines in this. For me, that “Tap of an unknown foot
    In a room we just Can’t find” – represents that dripping faucet in our mind, that we just can’t seem to get to the bottom of – and shut off. .


  7. Mary June 20, 2016 / 12:32 am

    I like the mystery in this. The tap of the foot. The room we can’t find. I feel as if I am waiting for something more to happen.


  8. thotpurge June 20, 2016 / 1:04 am

    bolts scattered across Barren floors.. such a sense of loss and desolation!


  9. Rosemary Nissen-Wade June 20, 2016 / 1:12 am

    Haunting and faintly disturbing. Do we long for or dread these ungraspable times/places.happenings?


  10. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala) June 20, 2016 / 1:23 am

    Tap of an unknown foot
    In a room we just
    Can’t find.

    One tries hard to give out the best for others but sometimes obstacles come in between. Very true in many instances, Mathew!



  11. Sumana Roy June 20, 2016 / 3:20 am

    “Chipped vases

    Just hanging on to
    The sides of cold
    Counter-tops. “…..my favorite image of the passage of time…


  12. drimys June 20, 2016 / 3:29 am

    I love the last two stanzas.


  13. oldegg June 20, 2016 / 11:07 am

    How graphically you captured those feeling of loss, failure and despondency in life. How close each one of us may have neared that point but somehow escaped…yet others haven’t.


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