Morgan Michaels

The Past: A Villanelle - Poem by Morgan Michaels

Forget the Past. Everybody has to.
Its clinging, singing siren melodies
Are quicksand. It will swallow you.

Quicksand. It will swallow you
Half if not utterly up, so, do, please,
Forget the Past. Everybody has to.

For what was, was. Before you,
Shimmering with maybe's and possibilities,
Lies the boro of what-might-be, so,

Forget the Past- tough enough to do
If colorful and pleasant, but a breeze
If less so, and, so, less so. Though

Maybe there's a few you'd cling to
In your vitrine of memories,
Most of them (admit it) could go.

And though the days are brief and few
And the year bewilderingly flies,
Forget the Past- everybody has to.
Or, like quicksand, it will swallow you.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, September 11, 2015

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