My road to the past
is not yet blocked
so reminiscing feels
like a walk into a mansion
with countless rooms;
through their casement
streaming sunlight warms
my chilled bones.
Each grass blade of a day
in the luxurious sprawling lawn,
each bloom,
is so familiar.
I love to wrap me up
with the tapestry of the night
woven with silver and diamond;
warm, fragrant, breezy and safe.
I long for them and do have them
in my heart core
for the path is not yet blocked,
there’s still the scent of light
though I hear
a hoot or two of forgetfulness
in ruffled feathers
the twilight sky is spotted
with a bat or a star
to remind me of the approaching dark.
Posted for Sumana’s Midweek Motif ~ Nostalgia @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
The path to the past… oh yes, we do need to keep it open…just have to know how to walk back and forth with that scent of light… !
If we can wrap ourselves in memory’s tapestry, the moments of loss arent quite so foreign. Classic Sumana
It will all fade soon enough, time to enjoy now.
Beautiful and touching. Loved the comparison of reminiscing with a walk into a mansion.
Terrible is the notion that one day our road to the past may be blocked. Thanks for the thoughts. -Rob
I’m glad the road is still open for me too though there are times when clouds make the path a little harder to see. I hope we are able to keep our fondest memories till the end.
Enjoyed reading this Sumana.
Oh Sumana this is soo beautiful and poignant both at the same time.. sigh..❤️
This is an exquisite look at the past and the door not yet blocked. Your words are magic.
The approaching darkness will come soon enough Enjoy all the gifts in the core of your heart.
This is marvelous. I can feel the warmth of the sun on chilled bones………
“a walk into a mansion / with countless rooms”
And the grass and night tapestry! How beautiful the landscape of your past. I hope writing about it keeps the path open, writing while the path is still open keeps us on it. And when part closes, something new and brilliant lies ahead.
Looking back and forward at the same time, with pleasure in the one and acceptance of the other. A lovely poem, and a gentle lesson too.
Ah….if the road to the past is not yet blocked, the time is right for that reminiscence. Thankfully there is a scent of light always finds a way to work itself through!
‘I love to wrap me up
with the tapestry of the night
woven with silver and diamond;’
Glorious writing, Sumana!
We tend to cling on to memories of the past as though they were precious gems because as those early steps made us who we are. We want to take all thaty with us wherever we go in the future. Your words were so beautifully written Sumana.
for the path is not yet blocked,
there’s still the scent of light
As long as there is hope it is to be pursued even though elements of distractions persist!
Hank
Thank goodness for unblocked roads!
Each grass blade of a day
in the luxurious sprawling lawn
I love that!
That is such a succulent way to describe memories and how they make you feel! Very luxurious words. Bravo!
….ooooh “to remind me of the approaching dark…” yes indeed!
This is indeed a wonderful walk into the mansion of our memories, Sumana. The past days of sunshine, flowers and wonderful aromas within make it easier to cope witht eh approaching darkness…