All posts tagged: Poetry

What does the future hold?

How many times have I walked on the path of this park? The grass has gone from green to yellow and from yellow to green so many times that sometimes I see green grass and dandelions in December. Did I see kites on the sky last spring or have I seen them every year? I’ve been coming to this park for so long and always with different emotions. Sometimes the ducks and the geese are here, and they will never know how much I have lost and lose again when I remember. Elizabeth Bishop wrote, The art of losing isn’t hard to master. / Then practice losing farther, losing faster: / places, and names, and where it was you meant / to travel. Learning loss was never my intention. I lost my father figure at seventeen, and I lose him again when I remember. When I walk on the path of this park, I see people who I’ve seen before: the couple, the runner in her pony tail, the family of four, the man with …