Deja Vu

What do you write
when there is too much to write,
when life proves to be cyclical
and that which you pushed behind
comes back to bite your heels.

The page remains blank on the table
and a sole figure walks outside,
into the reflective time of year
when the growth chart comes out
and the blustering wind sweeps me
off to the land of what if.

If ever air could be seen,
it would be seen today as a
rosy sunset shoots out golden reflections
towards a dying world,
and only then do thoughts come to life.

Deja vu becomes tangible,
and the same gust of wind carrying me
up and away through memories
sweeps through the trees,
rushing the gold and amber leaves
into a sorbet of airborne colors.

The world continually dies, continually
springs to life as it sings its song
of renewal. Today is a season,
yesterday a memory, tomorrow a hope;
I live for all three.

There is change and growth
that can be charted, that doesn’t appear
until you get far enough ahead to
look back. There are times when
the narrow path is hard, but tonight
it proves to be my greatest comfort.


4 thoughts on “Deja Vu

  1. Bittersweet. And completely relatable to me. Looking back on growth that you didn’t see while it was happening. “The land of what if” is a place with two personalities. Just make sure to come back to “what is.”

    “Today is a season, yesterday a memory, tomorrow a hope; I live for all three.”

    These lines remind me of something I wrote recently. If I remember, I’ll show you next time.

  2. When I knew Jordan was proposing, my mind watched a movie of my little guy growing up. I was deeply touched with this poem because it created words for some of my emotions. Thanks Kara for sitting with your blank page and revealing your soul.

  3. Kara,

    Thank you for posting this. It is absolutely perfect! There is a certain melancholy to fall that is delicious. Not everyone understands that sentiment, but you obviously do. I LOVE this!

  4. Deja Vu

    Wonderful Kara!

    God shows His patience and mercy as He takes us back time and again. The joy that comes as bit by bit we discover what He intends for us to know. These are small threads of the tapestry that is our life. We place our hope in that day when all will be revealed.

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