Upon Lacking the Genuine Article
Mementos
scattered around the room
hiding in corners
call up sweet times
Trophies
standing proudly on my desk
hard-earned through fire and trial
celebrate friendship and victory
Talismans
pulsing with magic
at the barest touch and glance
carry me though time and space
Memories
couched in my breast
filling my mind
be a strength to me
...yeah. All the little photos and random objects I have that remind me of you guys mean so much more to me now that you yourselves are not easily accessible. If I ever get ahold of a digital camera for myself, I'm going to turn into the sort of person who takes pictures of everything and, later in life, annoys his kids with the sheer quantity of souvenirs I keep.
I still feel like writing, so I'll put one of my old poems in here. Unfortunately, I have to search very diligently, because there was never a time when I was writing a whole lot of good poetry. *ducks thrown objects from audience*
Wow, I need to start writing poetry consistently again. Most of my old stuff I can't actually show now.... Okay, here's a really old one. I don't remember if I've showed this one to anyone before....
Deja Vu
This tune I hear,
These steps I learn,
Echo slowly in my mind.
I step in time
And learn to dance through life,
But echoes in my mind remain.
I know these steps;
I've gone through them before,
And this song I know,
Once, long ago.
I've done this before,
And recollection is a breath away.
But all that remains to me
Of this short dance
Is a faint chorus,
Familiar,
Of echoes
Through the years.
~Paul
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3 comments:
What kind of 'thrown objects' are we talking about here? Water balloons, rotten fruit, bricks, chairs? That's what I want to know.
Anyway, great poems, Paul. I've got to admit that I like the second one better: I think that it takes a stronger hold of my emotions. I felt like I was listening to dominant 7th chords until "and recollection is a breath away." which was a deceptive resolution. Or something like that.
While it is kind of you to keep us in high regard, I want to warn you against annoying your kids: you'll want to take pictures of them too, to send to your old monk pal, and it's easiest to get kids to pose when they're not annoyed with you. Just keep it in mind.
Why didn't my comment show up? Anyway, I wrote before. I like your poems. Great job. Thanks for keeping us in mind! I reciprocate the feeling. But not in poetry. No, no. That would be a sin to make you read such awful stuff. Cruel and unusual.
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