Is It All Still The Same?
I had been working on this piece for some time before I reached an "end" to it. Thank you to the person who provided with some useful feedback pertaining the nomenclatural irrelevance that this poem needed. I do not know why I decided to upload it here, there is something familiar about this place. I hope those of you that read it also be as courteous as to offer your own insight on this.
IS IT ALL STILL THE SAME?
Is it all still the same…?
I wind back my mind
To times immemorial
I wind it back, to see, if anything changed.
All black for a moment,
And I’m there, wanting to tell you all about it.
Will ye hear me?
I remember the emerald island.
Green and grey.
I remember the salty air
And your hair smelling of lavender
Smiling to your twilight days there
And I’m there, watching you thinking
Is it still the same, I wonder?
Have things stayed the same?
Has the moss been taken care of?
Are the swans still there
Accosting the pontoon for a snack
Inciting dreams in people?
Are the cliffs the same still?
Oh, how I wish I had more time!
To look yonder
Catch that white and blue,
Where the end of a world is.
I feel it in my fingers, airing through them
That wind of Ireland, like a scolding lover
Is that silent field still the same?
Where the enticing grey crags
Gave me their epiphany
Perhaps I will trudge there again
But still in love.
My feet remember
The feel of that place,
Like my roots have found
I had some stones from there
“Still in my pocket”
As if my life was attached to them
As if I wanted to return there
With those stones in my pocket.
Is it all still the same?
Talks most sweet with ye,
As we braved Ebdanian rains
And sorrowful futures;
I shan’t forget.
To be continued…