Poem: The Past in Senses

Click, clack,Hear my shoes,Tap into the past.With a swish,I turn into another era.Through clothes and hair,I seemingly appear,To be an illusion of the past,A ghost, an apparition,Brought to life. I may visit ancestors,Through taste and smell,With spoon and bowl,Or deep pot and ladle,I conjure a portal to ages past.Through the passage,I pass along to others,The … Continue reading Poem: The Past in Senses