The Hillside
A hillside where I played now lies dormant, unused.
Laughter no longer carries in the wind where childish breath was once contrast to the pitch night sky.
The grass, still worn, but no longer from play for there is a gray hue of neglect that looms across its blades.
This lonely hillock connects me to my past,
the lost adventures of a youngster where berries were alien and stones stood as kid’ish vessels.
Simpler then, necessary, far from times reach.
But now that time binds me to the present, I can only reflect on the before.
As I do, memories swarm my mind and I start to see the patches of green again.
Familiar images beautifully paint my imagination, chasing away the dark shadows,
irrelevance slowly deliquescing away.
My boyish reminiscence forever welcomed, I see more beyond this passed by place and embrace a trigger to the memories it has kept for me this long.
that hillside…where I played.
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Posted on April 13, 2017 by Ash Douglas
The Shine of Your Sun
My silhouette has faded, the lines have all blurred.
Struggling within, with what may have occurred.
At what point was there a turn that was made?
My shadow eclipsed and now has no shade.
Feels like a prison but though there are no bars that confine me,
yet I serve my own sentence that will forever bind me.
To what makes me the reason? To what makes me the cause?
To what makes me regret that I showed you my flaws.
I know there’ll be a day when you’ll see how come.
Because my shadow will return from the shine of your sun.