Frozen Memories Locked In Time

No words to write/no stories to tell now …

Only experiences that happened; the day I peered into a robin’s nest, eight gaping mouths/the eerie sound they made/begging to be fed/  the night our house burned to the ground.

The reality of what I remember/the words i yearn to write/the forms and spiral hectographs that make it all so real/lost behind smoke in distant silence/the fog of stubborn beauty unrevealed/a gray curtain in front of a play that was forgotten/but will not go away.

The war of seasons past lost somewhere behind the sun waiting to be re-discovered; too unsure of myself, no light to guide my way/unable to continue what I hold so dear.

No arrows that I can fly through space and time/filled with color, action, the innocence of boyhood memory, the reverence for all that is real, lost in time now …  forgotten?

The glue that bound it all together grows brittle sticking to nothing.

The clouds above merely clouds now floating by.

I wonder if it will rain?

Published by midcenturyman

Mid century vintage man/dad, degreed, experienced, musician, music lover, photographer, writer.

3 thoughts on “Frozen Memories Locked In Time

  1. thanks for your consideration .. days in the sun can open wide it’s clouds on a dark dreary day with cracks of splendor or they can be low flying and never ending … or you may think they are never-ending.

    you know…. sadness can last a long, long time, sometimes. thanks for the like, i love it when i’m liked … ks

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