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Anachronic
by Robert Cameron HazeltonOn the trail of treasures through verdant rolling hills
what bounty may await nobody knows,
each bend in this ever winding country road reveals
a new panorama of autumns vibrant throes.
We enter a nondescript abode to hear a measured drone,
the musty air is rich with antiquity;
unwanted frivolities and mementos now outgrown
await their chance to mean something to me.
In the back row watching those assembled for the sale
comfortably talking, standing to embrace,
I picture myself amidst them laughing but to no avail
inherited detachment keeps me out of place.
10/19/2003 Posted on 10/19/2003
Copyright © 2025 Robert Cameron Hazelton
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/24/03 at 04:43 AM Robert, your word picture pulls me in to the scene and captures my sences. My favorite line: "the musty air is rich with antiquity." I also like the way you make yourself present at the end of the poem and give a deep and interesting message. |
| Posted by Timothy Burns on 10/12/09 at 08:31 PM This has great tempo and I really liked the line,"unwanted frivolities and mementos now outgrown await their chance to mean something to me." I totally get that! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/26/11 at 03:54 AM The tempo and movement of this, along with the word choice is just gorgeous. |
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