William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Rhyme

Returning

Returning

One may never go back to what never was.
For what never was, is but reminiscing, with regret.
Regret for what one let slip by, gone forever, and yet,
we hang on to those illusions, because ?,
into the moment, afraid to immerse. 
Only in dream, in rhyme, in verse.

Twenty four years, words came, they laid 
upon pieces of paper, the memories staid
upon mat, three and a half by five
images of what once was alive. 
What was, what wasn’t, they all, are stored
within the deep recesses of memories hoard.

They come floating back to us on airwaves
They come flooding back to us from black vinyl.
They come floating back to us from magnetic tape.
They come flooding back to us from CDs 
They come floating back to us from upon a stage.

B. J. “A” 2 
October 11th 2013

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Just That Archaic Poet October 12, 2013 at 10:12 AM I really loved the first two stanzas; very carefully and well-crafted wording, full of emotion. The last stanza didn't quite connect for me; felt like it was a part of a different piece. Overall, good job; kudos :) William J. Jr. Atfield October 12, 2013 at 2:23 PM Thank you for your kind and thought filled comments. I truly appreciate your perceptions. You are right about the last stanza, although it was not “ The last stanza didn't quite connect for me; felt like it was a part of a different piece ” but an add-on after my friend Dianne, reminded me of how sources of music ( from whatever venue – I loaned her a couple of my recorded cassette tapes ) had taken her on journeys William J. Jr. Atfield October 12, 2013 at 2:22 PM into the positive and negative spaces of her history and how the music – twenty, thirty, forty years old, soothed her as she drove from place to place. And so, Just That Archaic Poet, no matter the source ?, be it music ?, be it a movie ?, be it memory ?, be it poetry, be it a conversation ?, our history it catapulted into consciousness by any one, or all of the above triggers that flood or float our life’s experiences into our daily lives . I hope that I have shed a little light upon your questioning, statement . Bill . ( B. J. “A ” 2 )