A Parade

The stagnant mind rebels
does not want to remember
does not want to indulge
shuts the door, to the streets of yore
to the laughter of innocence;

Wants to put hands over the ears
and forget about the splashes on the beach,
and the white shells
in the apron of the dress:

This aging mind wants to erase
the soft touch of care,
the nectar of mangos
trickling down the chins
the sliced bananas in sweetened heavy cream;

There is such a pall of nonchalance
covering the sulci of this brain~
refuses to admit that it longs
for the feel of that sand
on that corner of the earth, and hear

the music of glass bangles
in the wrists of young girls,
or smell the fragrance
of jasmine buds in their hair, heady
and intoxicating. Such a parade of memories
that keeps on coming, softly, silently–

There is no music with this parade
no band accompanying the footsteps
Nothing!

How do I delete this procession of memories??

 

Zakiah Sayeed ©
March 7, 2018

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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20 Responses to A Parade

  1. jstnotherday says:

    Amazingly poignant poem Zakiah!
    The heart will always yearn for home, eh? I have always wondered how people manage to leave their home countries. I believe our childhood memories become more prominent the older we get… maybe its that yearning for the innocence we once basked in and took for granted… the yearning for our childhood days… so carefree.
    ❤ and (((hugs)))

    • Zakiah says:

      You hit the nail on the head. I was more carefree twenty or thirty years ago, and though I missed the mother land, it is now that I am truly reminiscing about childhood and siblings and the times we had together.

  2. mrswrangler says:

    It seems like memories that are good slide away over time yet the bad memories stay with is over our life

  3. Lovely poem as always. I think we always long for home.

  4. murisopsis says:

    The past can trail after us like an unwanted puppy. The best is to embrace it and make friends. There is no use shooing it away any more than trying to erase one’s shadow! I think your memories are remarkable just like this poem.

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Val. I love the comparison to the little puppy. I do embrace my past, sometimes with smiles, other times with tears. But I the shroud envelops me always. I kind of like it.

  5. memories are as grass growing on a dry soil . They resist and happen all of a suddden in our mind with full freshess .I understand perfectly what you write Zakla.ou poel really talks to ma.
    Thanks
    Love ❤
    Michel

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Michel. The memories are rich and vibrant sometimes. Then I write. Writing gives me a good outlet for my feelings.
      Love,
      Zakiah.

  6. Lyne's View says:

    The past sure parades at odd times. Its an unwanted fog sometimes. Hard to see any clarity from there to here. I love this, Z.

  7. slmret says:

    Oh, dear — I meant to come back and comment on this! I don’t really want to delete memories — they are the stuff of which we are made. New memories can be superimposed on old — they don’t make the old disappear, but rather enhance and reshape the old. Your mind is far from stagnant — it is just looking for the newer memories!

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you for understanding. I LOVE my memories. I enjoy them actually. All of them, new ones and old ones. My life would be so boring if it weren’t for the memories.

  8. Beautiful and poignant! And, yes, the past does parade through our minds. 😦
    I had this discussion with a friend years ago…she asked, “If you could erase all of your bad, traumatizing memories, would you?” I said, “No, because as bad as they are…they are a reminder to me of how far I have come…I’ve grown, learned, changed, and hopefully better and stronger now.”
    When the bad memories come, I try to shake them as fast as I can and think of good memories.
    (((HUGS)))

  9. Oh – that’s nice. I don’t think you’ll ever forget the scent and taste of a sweet, fragrant mango. 🙂

  10. Zakiah says:

    Are you kidding me??! The scent and fragrance of the mango is built into the fabric of my genes. I can get intoxicated with it just by thinking about the mangoes. 🙂 🙂 🙂

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