July 8, 2012 Sunday Whirl #64 and the Mag #125


Forgotten Moments
I fall to my knees
Examine the ground before me
Try to remember
The language written there
Breathe the air
Count the clouds

I am ignorant
I have forgotten
The meaning of traces
The earth rotates
Days, months, years
Pass without notice
I question the moment
Past, present
Or simply eternity

A drawer opens
A housewife’s collection revealed
Forgotten moments
Notes on crumpled paper – a phone number
Coins – a nickel, a dime, some pennies
A pencil with broken point
A recipe for pecan pie
Three Rubber bands
Bits of string
Tiny red ball
Some jacks

Odds and ends
Hurriedly put away
Over time forgotten
Days, months, years
Past, present
Or simply eternity

Subtracting all
The hopes and fears
A lemon rind of time
Past or present
Spurn responsibility
Add – subtract
Days, months, years
This moment is all there is

What is forgotten no longer stings



The Mag #125

A Memory Incomplete

All the way back in time

To the beginning of my story

We lived there on that small farm

It belonged to My Aunt Maggie

Strong, jolly, lovely crown of white hair

And My Uncle Fred

Small, wiry, couldn’t drink a coke “straight”

Together they harvested life

Lived it fully

One day they left the farm

I remember the last time

I saw them

Sitting on the sofa

What happened next

I do not know

They were such a big part

Of my young life

Then they were gone

Someone else lived on their farm

And we moved to town

Mother is gone now

I cannot ask her