It Left

A poem about nostalgic memories tied to scenery. From my anthology "A Gaze Into Another Life", available on Amazon Kindle.

It left me one morning,

Eyes locked to the roofs below

An asynchronous pattern of tiling and chimney smoke,

And yet no obstruction was caused to my vision.

It left as my heart swelled,

My lungs began to elevate,

And soon after, my mind followed,

An unnerving sense of enjoyment.

It left as the French breeze

Briskly, but ever so quaint,

Locked my stance

Chains, light as air,

Pulled my body back down.

For in time past,

I have come to realise that

Some part of me remains entranced by that beauty.

A slither of innocence,

Of child-like wonder,

Forever captured in one moment,

Free from thought,

Free from body,

Free, it stays,

Life abandoned.

Author's Note

any feedback appreciate

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Gave the feeling that innocence left for good and the accompanying sense of freedom that that leaving brought with it. Thanks for sharing.