Shades of Feeling
The past is peeling
(and at times, appealing),
and the past is painted,
painted as it is, with shades of feelings.
But I notice,
the past,
it is bowed down, then it is kneeling.
But I am sure it is poised,
poised to make a stand.
But when I cradle my past and I talk to it,
I realise it does not really understand.
I hold it,
and look up,
noticing that memories, like aircraft, are circling.
And I know,
you can wait for an age
for those memories to land.
Sometimes though, they put you in a hangar,
and you wish, you wish you had the keys to hand.
The past is all-seeing,
except its sight is distorted,
but even when it is kneeling,
it is painted in shades of feeling.
And we are all there, tools in hand,
painting out feelings.
James Garratt – June 2026
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Shades Of Feeling – Written June 2026 (Aged 51)
