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Anachronic

by Robert Cameron Hazelton

On 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 autumn’s 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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