As words fly round the room and you pretend...

As words fly round the room and you pretend...

As words fly round the room and you pretend

To see them although you know you really don't -- 

And dreams encircle the Invisible --

And old ideas arise from Nowhere to

Remind you that others Are -- and you look 

For a clue to enlighten you -- but all there 

Is is darkness -- darkness you can almost 

Feel... you do remember Something -- vaguely.

It seems about a thousand years ago that

You learned all about the important things --

The things that mean Something -- even in a

World that has gotten lost...  And what you came

To understand is that there Is more and even

When it is forgotten it Is.  Still.  Here.

© 2013 Firestone Feinberg

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Those words, memories never fade, they might be the one's spoken in the past, but they leave an indelible mark. Well said Dave.

[bobc]

D...wonderful poem here. Pace is perfect. Kudos and thanx for posting...bobc

[Firestone Feinberg]

Thanks Bob! Hope all is well in D.R. Tomorrow it's supposed to be 8 degrees here! --David

[bobc]

Hope you're keeping warm. This is one winter I don't mind missing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow this was almost too hard for me to read...dealing with my dad's memory lapses now..and my mom's---in their 90's things get confused...

same questions over and over...what there was will always exist, but the memories of it are just shadows...

even ten minutes ago...

[Firestone Feinberg]

I understand what you're going through... Thanks for reading the poem and helping me to understand what I wrote. You are a real teacher! --David