Voices of the Past

to the voices inside, I listen,
the past, I hold a séance with;
for their effect maybe faint,
with time, their wounds dry,
but they still hold our sounds.

what they say, I may not like,
once they had stopped my steps,
but it was never unheard of
that they would go in passing
or be invisible, like ghosts.

they remain close, like the
pool of fallen autumn leaves
on winter morn, frost-crisp’d;
no branches from to break,
nor seeds to be reborn from.

but they’re still lessons, the
fallouts from our time trees;
to which I listen, take in and
continue trying never to fall.

NaPoWriMo was first held in 2003. It is an annual project where participating poets write a poem each day of April.

One of the prompts given at the NaPoWriMo site was to write a Golden Shovel poem. This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word of each line of Hayes’ poem is a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem We Real Cool. The prompt asks us to make a poem, with the last word of each line of our poem being the words from another poem.
I chose the poem November Night, a cinquain written by Adelaide Crapsey, as my reference poem, and this poem was born.

(5th April 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

14 thoughts on “Voices of the Past”

  1. Beautiful…and So true the Voices of our past whether Good or Bad, Right or Wrong have so much to say and so much to teach us…..Loved It…Seriously get a Loved It button too 🙂

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