Past Present and Future

October 27 2008

The past
Is a swirling mist
Of mixing colors
And memories
Of a different world
So far from the one
In which you now stand
Together and alone
Unreal, the unspoken
Words seem to twist
The fragments of your
Mind turning it into
Something false
Something forgotten
A nightmare
Eventually morphing
Into a dream to
Which you smile
At, Ahead the future
Not crystal
But clear enough
To live and breathe
And move forward
Without hesitation into
The unknown
Without fear for
The ease of the present
Is an overwhelming
Paradise of time
Combining the separate worlds
Together of the
Past, present and future.


I was trying to portray the way that when you remember something that happened a long time ago, it almost feels like another world and when you look ahead, you seem many different paths and lots of unknown (fog). Yet, when you look atthe present it seems so different from both past and future. Yet, they are all linked by the present moment, because the present was once the past and will become the future (if that makes sense) I honestly don't really like this poem...I just like waht it stands for.

Tilla O. Marsh