Nostalgia's cold steel
is double-edged —
wield with care,
and only briefly.
The past is a portal
through which we all pass,
but many will never return.
This is the plight of a mortal,
the mind's eye looking glass
reveals simpler times, for which we yearn.
In so doing, we unlearn
our place in the present —
today withers gray,
no matter how pleasant,
when we gaze too lazily,
too long,
into that frozen eye.
The cool embrace
of a memory, hazily
descried,
can act as a salve or a sedative.
A meditative
moment
may restore some momentum,
but unchecked reminiscence,
ad infinitum,
is as good as death.
Worse, it may be,
for it permits no sweet release.
About the Creator
Jacob Sherman
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
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Loved it all especially that last line!
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