Re incarnate
Re incarnate
I am often hauled from a past which is familiar but remote
It has a Germanic flavour of reminiscence
I carry a past which is not my own
A language I have not learned but speak
I am plunged into a time and place where I find a warmth
Yet wonder at its familarity
I sing the songs and hum the tunes
I am in another age and time
I am fully there, but is it me?
why am I drawn to this era and place
What lies in it that is a part of me?
I change my habits, my dress and become
enagaged in a new temprament
It haunts me and I am lost to explain why
It is stangely comforting
I return there again and again
for comforts sake
a home long ago
keith jeffries
Mon 22nd Aug 2022 18:43
Thank you to one and all for reading and commenting on this enigmatic poem. I cannot fathom out what is taking place in my psyche. I find myself drawn to music and an era of which I have never been a part of as it was before I was born. I have mental images of peoples and places which relate to that particular time but can't seem to find where I fit in. It is in Germany. Some years ago I visited Berlin after the wall came down. Everything was strangely familiar. I knew where to get off trains and which direction to walk in. But the street scenes were not current but I was in the past.
Perhaps I should take more water with it.
Thank you to all
Keith