Shadows

You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent. And your memories are suspended in time. Lives that you have brushed up against, Now live with an imprint of you, Firmly trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory not. You leave the steps in the sands of time, And you come…

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 58: (BLACK) in the C rhyme line.

Days of yore when less was so more, One television and few shows, A loud hue and cry and sharp rows, All sat down to have fun galore, Neighborhood bonhomie to fore, Images only white and black, But colours of life would bounce back, Television now smart ,men dumb, Profound joys of life have gone…

A deja-vu ( a cinquain)

Vague fear, Knowing unknown, Unease as I fathom, Unseen panorama I see, A dread.