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 Photo credit to original owner Blog administrator ---Affaq Naibe