Remembering Poems

Remembering Through Journeying

It’s caught up, always, in those little things:
street corners, half-familiar: shop facades:
it’s not so much expansive boulevards
as rain-worn roofs which pluck the silvery strings
of sorrow. Part of my subconscious clings
to remnants – ruined fragments, broken sherds.
They say the brain’s an organ which discards,
not hoards. Why, then, these cruel rememberings?
A tranquil helmsman, plotting perfect vectors,
is how

I Remember

I remember! I recall how good– no,
how great it feels to feel so good!
I remember the bright colours 
in the rainbows after a storm.
I remember the trees, the rivers, the critters, 
the peace of our world.
I remember how to get excited, 
to have goals and plans– fantastic dreams!
I remember the love I feel from my

Remembering Nine Eleven

It was a beautiful morning, the sky azure, 
and the air clear and cloudless. 
The dawn's sunrise casted shadowy silhouettes
of the city, on the calm and unrippled Hudson River. 
The city's streets were heavy with people traffic from
workers and tourists rushing around in the fast pace
of Manhattan's mid-week norm.
While driving to my work destination, and

Remembering Marvin

For my friend Marvin here is a grateful song,
Woven from the memory of shared years.
His loyalty was legend his whole life long,
And his laughter like music even provoking tears.
.
Marvin was one of extraordinary style,
And a woven tapestry of compassion.
He was a steady star all the while,
Who lead with the keenest of a champion.

May this tribute

Remembering When-POTW

In the misty glow of my memory
    are luminous fireflies
and a sunset that turned a red thread
    on the horizon
left as a token of a moment in time
When love was you and I was a flame,
shining on the shadow of your needs

Why does the memory of you haunt me

El Mismo Abismo Destructivo Bolso

Pálida, quedará la Luna 
por tú decepción.
Pero alumbrara aún 
está y las mil
noches que vengan.
Se filtrara por la persiana 
de la alcoba.

El árbol, copozo de
mango y hojas verdes 
que alimentado  
siempre a los dos 
por la sequía 
de tu ausencia 
no sé desplomara.

Tus pertenecías
junto a postales 
con Rosas secas y
poecia q ardía de pasión,

Ghost Light

Stun me.
Rewind your music.
Tap your feet to the sound that stirs you.
Listen—
the cuckoo clock is counting seconds back.
Brush the cobwebs from your eyes.
Reignite.

Slip into your own pocket.
Become your own muse.
A compass. A flame.

Listen to your pulse.
Move where your body leads.
Unravel the ache.
Open the door.
Let joy rush in.

Tousle your hair.
Wriggle your shoulders.
Fall, unbraced, into your dream.

Take

REMEMBERING FLORIDA COVID GUIDELINES JULY 2020 IDENTITY FRUAD UPON MY FAMILY

2020 COVID GUIDELINES WERE IN PLACE AFTER I SUFFERED A STROKE OCTOBER 6 2019 IN MY HUSBANDS ARMS DEVESTATING HE CARRIED ME TO MEMORIAL HOSPITAL VERY INTENSE MY HUSBAND TAUGHT ME TO WALK AGAIN MY WORDS WERE BACKWARDS DOUBLE VISION MY DOCTORS TOLD MY HUSBAND I CAN NEVER EVER BE ALONE AGAIN I FELL GETTING

Remembering Jane

Remembering Jane

“Oh Lord, Won’t You 
Buy Me A Color TV.”

A Genius In Spirit,
A Saturated Soul.
All The Standard Methods
Served To Aid Her In
Forming A Beautiful
PEARL.

Her And Her Bigger
Brothers Had All The
TV They Needed…
That Wasn’t What
She Really Asked For,
I Guess…

Nobody Called Her
Jane…
Sweet Jane.
All Her Friends
We’re Finally
“Driven Away.”

There Is So Much
Empty Space Left
To Somehow
Try And Fill In:

My Ultra

Remembering Until

I heard a song that took me back
The lake in '85
Almost like I was still there
And she was still alive

I listened and I sang along
Then heard her voice so clear
Singing with me, in my head
As if she was right here

She left me all those years ago
It wasn't in our plans
I held her as she closed

Remembering Winged Warrior

Four and a half years ago we lost a fine poet, 
a knightly gentleman, and a friend to many of us.  
I'm reposting my tribute to him today.  

Warrior is an adjective used for a hero or a knight
I knew one, briefly, whose wings have taken flight
Not just a fine poet was John,

Your Perfume

When we parted at the airport you left a part of you behind,
Your scent Lingering still on my shirts, my clothes my hands.
I crushed them to my face and breathed you in, my eyes closed, remembering you. 
You smelled like lemons and flowers and strawberries.
You filled the room, every room with the scent of you,then

Remembering the frantic little boy with strawberry blond hair who didn't say boo

Remembering the frantic little boy with strawberry blond hair who didn't say boo

Nonverbal (though he could talk)
most of his responses
happened to be witnessed
as his characteristic
and courtesy enigmatic
trademark shoulder shrug.

If born free and clear today
skilled professional diagnosticians
employed within the mental health field,
would probably unanimously agree
he met criteria
as high functioning autistic spectrum
predicated upon withdrawn
and introverted behavior classic

REMEMBERING JOE GRATES DISTRICT 46 SCREAMING EAGLES

REMEMBERING JOSEPH FRANCIS GRATES JOE AND MY HUSBAND SERVED TOGETHER IN VIETNAM 101 SCREAMING EAGLES HE WAS ACTUALLY A MAYOR AT ANYRATE HE WAS A BIG PART OF OUR MARRIAGE ACTUALLY WE WOULD SIT FOR HOURS AT THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS THE OLD BUILDING BINGO SOCIAL GATHERINGS I AM TOTALLY REMINDED OF THE KINDNESS JOE

Daydreams remembering summer

on a sizzling august afternoon
the glitter on the water scintillates
tapdancing on a hot griddle
till a cool breeze reaches the shore
and loosely sways the braids 
of an old weeping willow
as if to a sweet nostalgic rhythm


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