A lighthouse cups her hands around her mouth and calls out into the darkness
A weather vane ignores the wind and gazes beyond yesterday’s drifting clouds
Rocks pin an unfolded map on four corners, not wanting the past to fly away
The North Star embraces the sky, waiting to catch my eye and lead me home
Red kites wave
Hello, goodbye
Tails trail close behind
Yesterday’s voices remain
A moment of recall
A reunion of who I am, who I was
Shifting winds distract
Focus gets lost in the clouds
As red shades blur out of sight
The tail flutters as a reminder
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If I listen hard enough
The sway of leaves touch my ears
Streamed sunlight falls on me without divide
A walk through a slolam of shoots
A journey of curves of my own choosing
Pause, listen, remember
A lasting moment that returns
Just in time to level the balance and continue on
Moments ripen, falling off trees
Scents of youth congregating midair, hovering – waiting for a breeze
Footsteps running, collecting in silos, overflowing, rolling downhill
Laughter’s arms wrapping around me, a tight embrace that won’t let go
Sunlight’s release, captured on my face
Head tilting back, eyes closing, soaking in through open pores
Summertime – here, now, imprinted
Nostalgia to be tasted forevermore
Old photos taped to a wall
Hints of age and wear, edges frayed
Crease lines overlap faces, names
But not reminders of you, me, them
Black and white, some things never change
Colors extend, each moment, each glance
A mosaic of life projected on a clear white space
Life’s collection, unique shapes and sizes
Yet randomly fit together perfectly
Long strides, short breathes
Differing tempos, each to themselves
Pebbles escape falling footsteps
Soft patters role and settle along pathway’s edge
Yawns before sunrise nudge deja vu
Yesterday walks quietly past, unseen
Up ahead, awaiting my arrival, patiently
Gently falling in stride
Step for step, in unison
Silently reacquainting
Just for a moment
Before letting go
Sideways, I find myself
With tilted views through unfocused lense
As skies pour from glass pitchers, upwards they fall
Puddles form overhead, waiting for children’s feet to take flight and land, splashing laughter below
Memories spill, overflowing with yesterday’s faint scent
Rested foreheads gently lie on my shoulder, they’ve returned
Lingering for tomorrow, a reunion, never to let go again
Silent symphonies follow
While summers walk in circles, side by side
My adolescence used to tip toe on sunset’s edge
Arms outstretched for balance, trying not to fall
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Water colors layed out to dry in quiet gardens
To linger, a wish felt at a later time
Armful of naive moments spilling onto the ground
Longing only felt when grey touches my brow
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Seconds, an eternity each, then
Time, no longer a luxury as years roll by
Fogotten moments, once lost, float slowly overhead
Open nets sail across blue skies, capturing now
Scents of memories’ shadow adrift, floating, they hover
Unseen, I walk through the thickness of yesterday, a faint reminder
A brief moment grazes my taste buds, quickly disappearing, yet enough to savor
A blend of regret and yearning, pulling, captured at both ends
Troubles floating, they rise
Slow motion, suspended in air
Bursting, drops fall to the ground
Another dip, another breath
Burdens fade away
Mat Aru Poetry 