Roots

Latest poem by Janice Fisher

ROOTS

The flickering light

Of Histories

Roots...

The wonders held in

Disbelieve.. 

When one treads in backwards

Flicker..

Or the past..that peeks into..

A future, that was read as fiction..

So.... very long

Ago...

In the now...A disbelief..

How one could exist,

With no television and a telephone

Hanging on an

Wall...

Where you wait your turn in daily

Gossip...

Pages turn..in backwards glance..

As ink spills in forward

Flips...

Was a lesson learned, in gentle

Grasp?

Doubt forms, in flickering candles light..

Were the past or future stills in

Wait...

For the turning pages.. Not wrote..

As the elderly fade in sunsets rest..

The youth of dawn, fumble in the

Rewrite...

Where mistakes.. A learning ..

Not erased ..

The rain..follows with the Sunrise..

A New day...

In flickering light...

(c)Janice Fisher 02-29-2024

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