Hmmm... Life Reflections Uncategorized


The past can hinder
it can hurt and
taint today and your

the past can’t paint
your life in colors
that you can feel but
that others see as a
much different shade

the past can be the
cross you bear
the hat you wear
a welcome companion
or unwelcome intruder

the past lurks, watches
sometimes smirks,
smiles unforgivingly,
frowns with displeasure
can be coolly detached
cockily taking the lead

the past is just like you,
only finished

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.