On A Home to Which You Can Never Return

10710610_916065795140333_1629232137898936796_n Nostalgie

 No Going Back

As my fingers
listened and
my ears watched
my mind
slowly walked away.

My eyes thought
of a time long ago,
when my fingers felt and
my nose smelt;
when my brain thought
my ears heard and
my mouth tasted.

As my eyes sought
to remember
how long ago it was,
my body knew there was no going back.

My fingers
listened and
my ears watched
as my mind
slowly walked away.

©21 December, 2000

Advertisements

About emanita01

I am a Franco-american woman who hails from Massachusetts. I live in France near the Swiss border, only minutes away from Geneva. I am a member of the Geneva Writers Group and the Association La Forge, a literary group based in France. I write stories, poems and am currently working on a couple of plays, a one-woman show and a dramatized poem.
This entry was posted in Fodder for Thought and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s