Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences


with 2 comments


deep in the recesses
of everyone’s long, long ago
the kernels of familiar
hold a comforting glow
a phrase
or just words
visions of places
unmistakable smells
the chestnut tree
toward the tennis court
beside the barn
where we lost hours of days
both in the sun
and deepest of snows
it stands in such sharp contrast
to the very right now
full technicolor hues
vast barrages of digital things
virtual carnival barkers
hollering uninvited
on phishing expeditions
mining hapless victims
through pocket devices
more powerful
than old fading minds
can hardly conceive




Written by johnwhays

January 30, 2020 at 7:00 am

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  1. John, I love your poem! I read it through 2x. There is a lot there. ❤️


    February 2, 2020 at 5:24 pm

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