One rainy afternoon while tidying things up I found some hand-written poems in an old dusty box under my bed. I recall composing them whilst yet a teenager as we rounded 1980, finishing out the glorious 70’s. They consist of my one and only attempt at poetry, well at least I think they qualify as poetry. Let’s find out. Oh, and I’m not sure where my mind was at the time so please don’t ask me to explain them. Just let your imagination run wild…..like mine still tends to, and all often I might add.
MEMORIES
Previous years long since gone
Gather for remembrance
Clouds engulf them
As they struggle for existence
An action triggers a memory
It blossoms as we recall
Distant memories of long ago
Our own ideas we must install
Friends of today
Help us through our days
Existence beholds independence
Minds travel separate ways
Another day has leaped into memory
And found a spot upon the shelf
Soon it will breath again
And then destroy itself
ORCHESTRA
Sounds caressing one another
Unfold a plot of unknown character
Blending with unique accuracy
Sound waves displaying an overture
A plot gives way to the moment
Volume varies as ordered
Vibrations dance with emotion
The conductor's cues are sorted
REALITY
No beginning, no end
No chance to relive
Many fathoms of reality
Race live a sieve
FLIGHT
Escalating through turbulent winds
A deafening prop piercing ears
Blue skies projecting amorphous clouds
Dissolve away primitive fears
A pungent odor
Of memories past
Trigger wild emotion
To forever last
Freedom from daily headaches
Brings relief at hand
Five hundred feet from contact
Escape close to land
A brief taste of ecstasy
Dreams brought to reality
This day brings inspiration
Beyond all normality
Well, that’s all I’ve got. I don’t think composing poetry is my particular calling. But hey, at least I gave it a shot. Not too shabby for a teenager.
Jim
I enjoyed them, too. You might be a poet and you didn't know it.
I like them!