I wrote some poetry
about time and change
on a yellow legal pad
because it was close at hand
on a yellow legal pad
because it was close at hand
but I can't remember the words. or rather.
I can't read my handwriting.
and then i forgot what it says
I think it was about making time.
Stopping.
watching.
Paying close attention.
So you don't forget.
This was about memories.
I was watching.
But i wasn't stopping.
I had to move on.
So it's lost.
Except for this.
We worry the journey
like a stone in hand
and disregard the ones dropped
through a hole in our pocket
Meant for safekeeping
No time to look behind
we run the risk
that we cannot see the moments
For the life.
© 2012 All Rights Reserved by MOTPG
If I didn't save things, write notes and take photos, I think my memories would be lost. So many already are.
ReplyDeleteThat's a good way to do it Ms. A. That's kind of what this blog is about in a way.
DeleteI like this. But I don't really get it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Allison. That's ok honey. I don't really get it either. This stuff just flows sometimes and I occasionally share it just in case I'm being profound ; )
DeletePerhaps we share a gene or drank the same koolaide...I loved this. Marvelous imagery and yet such a sadness...warning and beauty and regret all entwined. May I print it? Just for my journal?
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely comment, thank you : ) Of course you can!
DeleteThat's happened to me. Write something down and can't read it.
ReplyDeleteIt's frustrating. You should see me in the store trying to figure out my grocery list : )
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