June 24
Memory after forgetting
I forgot it was his birthday
For the first time
But remember many in-between.
There were simpler times
When a warm cup of joe
And four lines of poetry
On a frosty moonlit night
Were enough to fill us.
Now of necessity
We pursue money
Mountain tops
Stability.
And those simple times
Are cached like Rhodes Gold
A golden luster
To seek and find
In a different time.
----
I once forgot how to sleep
So busy counting sheep
Coming one by one
Like a rhythmic beating drum
Braying and Baaaeing
Coded messages relaying
Through the window--a sun beam
And then--I slip in to a dream
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Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Memory Project cont.
July 8
Memory as remembrance
The Book says
"Remember, Remember"
Because the author knows
That the reader soon forgets
Busy seeking countless pleasures
And relief from daily pressures
It is not easy to remember
The pain I'm longing to forget.
And yet
I find when my mind
Will relax and remind
Time--
Wherein the words
Of an oft read page
An oft spoken word
From a wisend sage
And the whisperings
Of the dead in their graves
Restore me
To Remembrance
________
Genetic Memory
When Grandpa finished his speech
He was red as a beet
Proud of the light
He had shed on his crowd
And yet on his brow
Hung a little gray cloud
Of self-doubt.
I know this man! I thought
For I saw in the speech
And the response of the crowd
And the doubt on the brow
Like a little grey cloud
But an echo
Of long ago
And presently--me.
Memory as remembrance
The Book says
"Remember, Remember"
Because the author knows
That the reader soon forgets
Busy seeking countless pleasures
And relief from daily pressures
It is not easy to remember
The pain I'm longing to forget.
And yet
I find when my mind
Will relax and remind
Time--
Wherein the words
Of an oft read page
An oft spoken word
From a wisend sage
And the whisperings
Of the dead in their graves
Restore me
To Remembrance
________
Genetic Memory
When Grandpa finished his speech
He was red as a beet
Proud of the light
He had shed on his crowd
And yet on his brow
Hung a little gray cloud
Of self-doubt.
I know this man! I thought
For I saw in the speech
And the response of the crowd
And the doubt on the brow
Like a little grey cloud
But an echo
Of long ago
And presently--me.
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