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Remembering Remembering Remembering

Yesterday
I sat crossed legged
On my teak floor
Looking out
At the city lights
As I thought
About that time
Down by the lake

I was sitting 
On the shore
With the sun beaming
Warming my face
A cool breeze
Off the lake
Had caused me to think
Of that time
I was being pushed
On that old tire swing
In front of the house

I was swinging
Back and forth
Lost in my thoughts
Wondering
If she felt the same way
We had been together
Just the other day
I could still feel
Her hand in mine

We had walked
For hours that day
Talking about so many things
For some reason
I was distracted 
Thinking about school
My teacher had scolded me

There I was sitting in her class
Not paying attention 
She said I was always daydreaming
I have to admit 
What she said
It was true
My mind
Drifted
To that place with the mirrors

There as I sat
At that counter
Mirrors at both ends
Just me alone
Looking at the endless counter
And so many of me
Wondering
What the future
Would hold
If each of me
Would live a different life
We all sat there
Swinging
Our legs
Back and forth
Like the pendulum
In my mind.

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Jeff Connelly

November 25, 2019 at 6:35 AM

Super richard, really. I love this a lot. A flight of fancy yet written with reality. Simply wonderful. Thanks.

Richard Lamoureux

November 25, 2019 at 8:27 AM

Much appreciated Jeff.

Monterey Sirak

November 9, 2014 at 8:31 AM

Your thoughts here flow smoothly from one remembrance to another. Beautifully written reflections. The last stanza is my favorite...sitting at the endless counter. I uses to sit on the counter stools and spin so I could pass myself in the mirrors.

Richard Lamoureux

November 9, 2014 at 10:40 AM

One of my mirror images, that have stuck in my mind, is sitting in my Grandpa's barbershop with a stack of comics on the chair beside me, looking in the mirror as I swung my legs back and forth.

Timothy Hicks

November 3, 2014 at 5:13 PM

For every chapter of life, there's a different you with a different state of mind. Not one better or the other, but all necessary to get where you are currently. Your poem made me think. I thought it super clever how it jumped from memory to memory to memory. Like the movie Inception - nostalgia-style.

Richard Lamoureux

November 9, 2014 at 10:37 AM

Sometimes I feel like I have lived multiple lives Timothy. Thanks for your always thoughtful comments.

Maurice Yvonne

November 2, 2014 at 10:06 AM

Just an excellent write Richard.

Andrea Dietrich

October 31, 2014 at 8:55 PM

I like what Catie said to you. I too pictured one of those old five and dime type counters they used to have. Sure miss those places. This one is so nostalgic, And making us think back to that place where were looking ahead to the future and not having a clue what would be. I really like this from you . Very reflective.

Richard Lamoureux

November 1, 2014 at 7:41 AM

Thanks Andrea a thought about a thought about a thought about a thought about a thought about a thought of thinking about the future.