My Earliest Retrospective Yule Tide Memories Circa Mid 1960s Act Two
golden raiment trickling threnody ream
hinged present with distant past,
that temporarily static surreal moment in time stream
the best part of existence, thence I became alive
from dormant state, an anachronistic meme
now, asper the following afore
alluded ditty hie now aim
harmoniously exultant exuding
humming bird of a boy,
whose unspoken name means gift, how came
I to share such minutiae (when original intent
bespoke zeroing to ground zero,
when this ache king hippie merely thought
to elaborate about Christmas excitement then),
which unexpected meandering bore me aloft back
to nursery school days and didst claim
thine parents on that namesake,
which elated mood in tandem with real
or imagined gurgling did frame
that moment reminded vision of particular words
and simple tune sang during along as a game
with make believe friends Harnie and Dinnie,
who would coon sitter this poem lame
joie de vivire, way before existence
teetered and tottered the brink of self shame,
whence psychological snowball effect,
no rhyme nor reason could tame!
Now adieu whilst rickey rockety
quirky one man team
doth recite the words while reveling poignantly
this pastiche long an unraveled seam
row row row your boat gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream.
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2017
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