The Past is a Foreign Country

The past (which could be years ago,
Months ago, days ago, even
Seconds ago yet retains a sheen brighter and glossier
Than the present) is a foreign (unattainable, unrecognizable
And even unassailable (especially barred,
Gated and insurmountable) no matter how much
You stretch your limbs) country (not in terms of land
Or state but in terms of home and hearth, a warmth that is
Fading and fleeting which you can feel seeping out) you (yes, you,
The one who yearns and wants and craves (like a
Rabid dog with wet teeth and leaking lips) but won't
Get what you want) can never (because you are an albatross (aloof,
A fool, a fowl afoul) with clipped feet) visit.





Poetry by Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 23 times
Written on 2026-05-18 at 17:11

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Just wonderful the way you have woven this together! Such poetic skill! Bravo!
2026-05-19


Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the concept where borders are made in years, months and days but not practical
now, every day you wake up in a new country without having moved away...
so maybe the countries you are speaking of is the fleeing time

I love the concept
2026-05-18