Imbued in the congestion of experience
Stars shine on brightly within melodies
Moments blend in warm smiles, tearful goodbyes
First day of school, waving back with purgatory
Inside soul's spirit, learning unknown surprise
Cry and sigh for one day of when not why
Each room has decorum once tossed aside
In riveting froths of fashion some pieces hint
Freshness remembered, notating, moods of moments
Various stuffed boxes, pampered bits, saved each trip
The ink is dry but the images sense shifting
Curiosity again opens, that suddenly missed
Etchings mellow, initials drink skies blue
On graceful meadow tree, left without sound
In lost history, parts of neighborhood
Reliable photographs shown erstwhile
In the silence sitting with the shades drawn
Wishing, smiling, wondering, if ever


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I saw you name, of course I was curious!! Nap time now!!
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I saw this as reflecting on ... what is and what could be... If ever... more?
But I'm very tired, so I could be completely dense! Thank you so much for your comments today!
Images float by and then collide
School becomes Purgatory, old
friends, strangers and images
under glass tinted with age.
Could I be on the right track, William?
I remember my first day. I stayed on the bus when it drove past my stop - didn't know I should've let the driver know. Then I swore I was never going back - too much noise!
Now I need to find out what the hey is a Stanza???
Wonderful poem, Bill ... with amazing images!
Second stanza: First days of school have an element of not wanting Summer to end and an element of fear about the subject, other students, the teachers, etc. Surprise is when school anxiety vanishes and we as questions why of that we are learning, but now in our twilight years we look back at when not the whys.