Those people we let loose of to tumbleweed away
will blow into our minds again on some future day.
Innocence and wonder at what the day will bring
vanished in the half-way mist of remembering.
The flash of priceless treasures once glimpsed in a museum.
a cryptic smile, a rounded hip, that slice of carpe diem
as you hastened after your next adventurous thing
that would round your day out way back in your life’s spring.
That glamorous job hobnobbing with the hoi polloi,
left without a qualm when you met that perfect boy.
How could you have known back then how often you’d remember
all these flashing moments now faded down to ember
once you ‘d lived your life out and finally reached December?
Very strange prompt from NaPoWriMo today. Let’s see how this one goes: This prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.