capturing past in a poem

One of these mornings,
Crisp in their frost
Harsh in their glassy bite
One of these mornings, I say
I will glide on the frozen side walk
Testing my adherence to the ground
And maybe, just maybe
In the presence of this phony sun
All smiles, no heat at all
I will travel back time
In another winter
When my father and his friend
Were pulling the sleigh with all of us
Their daughters on
When at a turn we woke up in snow
Laughing like crazy
Breaking the winter demons
With our laughter
One of these mornings, I say…

12 thoughts on “capturing past in a poem

    1. iulia gherghei

      Thank you so very much, Rahul Aithal!!! It is the time to return my face to the past fueling my future with its lessons

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  1. Sunil Sharma

    Proustian!
    Julia captures adroitly the fleeting sensations—like the Williams sisters catching the tennis balls in the French Open.
    If poetry carries us to distant shores, here is a fine example!
    Carry on poet Julia. We want more!

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    1. iulia gherghei

      Thank you!!! Thank you, Sunil Sharma!!! Coincidence or not, tennis is my passion!!! Watching tennis, to be correct! 🙂 Most honored, Sunil Sharma!!

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