The past clings,
like moss, nurtured
by tears unshed,
like sap untapped,
warps minds,
sense of self,
craves perceptional
shift –
a vernal appreciation
for the grandeur
of our contours,
brilliance of wisdom
garnered through strife –
the undeniable elegance
of lush green moss.
(Photo from personal collection: rainforest on Vancouver Island.)
One Woman's Quest 
What a wonderful analogy – the past is like moss. I love moss. My mom’s last name was Moss growing up and my grandparents were Ma Moss and Pa Moss. We have a moss garden in two places in our back yard. I am inspired by your poem to contemplate your analogy. I will go outside this afternoon and appreciate our moss.
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How synchronistic. Moss has so many interpretations, but its softness and beauty are hard to ignore.
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That was my mom – soft and beautiful, and very resilient.
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Lovely. That’s where you get it from then.
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The past definitely affects us. Lovely imagery.
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Thank you.
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We definitely incorporate the past into who we are, even if it’s not always clearly visible. (K)
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I adore the first five lines. I love the idea that something that does not shed tears can then nurture something else. Like the hardness of a warrior embracing children and keeping them safe.
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Thank you. I like your comparison.
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“tears unshed, like sap untapped” … how provocative!
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Thanks Jazz. I always think that there is gold in what we suppress – or at least beneath it.
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