0407 The Past Was A Present Once Poem by Michael Shepherd

Lovely poem, many forget to open the box or peep in the door and smile, maybe show their treasures to others: -)

Sweet, yet bittersweet... I enjoyed this poem, Michael. I especially love the line: 'A room of carefully-folded happinesses'. It's lovely and... oh, how I wish I had thought of that first... and that's a compliment, sweet friend. hugs, CJ

...whatever happened to nostalgia, I ask? ...yes, yes, you lynx-eyed hassler, I stole it from you because I felt that memories were getting an unfairly bad press from you and I recognised a fault line in myself too...good reason for writing a poem I say. As for your no-go area, well that's your concern.. you're young yet, laddie.... but thanks for the nudge. Care to be my full-time cross-gender Muse?

why, Microsoft, do i detect a somewhat bitter double-entendre in the title? i have a door marked NOSTALGIA. it's been boarded up. run like you stole it, Jake

That's the divine joke about poetry, Rusty - often the readers 'get it' before the writer does! I reckon that's good? And absolutely true of this one... I like it when the 'poet' is a microsecond ahead of the 'editor'. Thanks.

This one is very well done. You've compressed some haubnting images into a tight, concise poem.

Very well done, Michael...very nice gathering of intimate imagery...this is good stuff... Lare