Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Beautiful Yesterdays

Beautiful yesterday
Begins with today
And what we make of what
Soon wisp-whispers away

The mind’s mechanism
Seems to master strange ways
Of turning the common
To beautiful yesterdays

How is it we remember
Yet oh, so forget
In fulfillment, the hunger
Of holes in life’s Let

Where, what runs through moments
Spins, for thought’s soft gaze
A gauzy estrangement
Of beautiful yesterdays

© Janet Martin

"The reason we have 'good, old days', my dad would say when his daughters were caught up in romanticism of bygone eras, "is because of our ability to forget the bad in them."


  1. Wow! One more great poem. And it goes so well with my comment "disappears into memories"


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