Getting Back On Track
You can’t be tying a string around your finger
Every time you have to remember
Why it is you went into the kitchen,
Or what it was you came into the garage for anyway.
You stand in front of the fridge,
In a room cluttered with thousands of memory joggers-
A block of carving knives, that lasting gift from your wedding,
The painted rose on a plate from a grateful patient,
A colonial tea canister from Williamsburg
With a key to stop its contents being purloined,
And the gallery of photographs held by magnets on the door,
And it is as if you were gazing at some rebuilt city,
Which has been completely redesigned
After an atomic bomb has wiped
All the definitive land marks off the map,
Wondering why you are there,
And what pressing task,
Which was screaming for attention,
Caused you to sleepwalk,
And if the telltale signs of senility
Are already devastating your mind.
Then picking your way back to the bathroom
You peer into the mirror
Straining for the clue,
And with an Archimedean exaltation,
Discover the switch of memory
And reluctantly admitting your humanity,
Put your day back on track once more.
Categories:
archimedean, character, confusion, emotions, humanity,
Form: Blank verse
Necessity is...
Archimedes sat at the table with his wife
a contemplative look in his eye
slowly eating Psomi and grapes
until finally he said:
"What would you like to do today dearest?"
"Would you like to go to the sea and bathe?"
"Perhaps", she said, ... "later".
"Would you care to walk to the peaks,
to see the arc of the Earth?" said he.
"No, I think not." she replied.
"Then the Amphitheatre, for a two-act play?"
"No," she said "...but we could play."
A bit bewildered he finally said,
"Well, what on Earth would you like to do?"
She smiled and quietly replied,
"We need to oil the Archimedean screw."
© Goode Guy 2011-08-08
Categories:
archimedean, dedication, happiness, husband, visionary,
Form: Free verse