Frozen Memory

A childhood memory forgotten, one that I am not fearful of seeing. Not a lot of description, flat. I must work more on this. And will. This is a draft.

Frozen Memory

There was Then,
And
There is Now,
They meet in a mysterious place,
High above the distant clouds,
Void of worries or mistakes,
And like a supernova they collide,
And a lovely Memory has survived.

How could she have buried such a treasure?
There are many more, and I feel them building up in me.

Maybe it has risen from the mud and muck,
A moment of peace, away from responsibilities,
Like a wooly mammoth frozen in the tundra,
Amazingly preserved.  
Worth much more than ancient ivory to her.

Now wonders,
how did this occur?
Then has been silent for many years.

But then the time long gone lives again,:

A silly innocent barefoot girl
desperately trying to fit in,
She’s playing a baseball game with friends,

Two neighborhood boys,
one younger one older,
And her green eyed brother,
One foot stretched off the makeshift base,
He is fast like a jackrabbit and better at bat,
so she heckles him, to her disgrace,
“Ralph Nader ate a tater.”
She sees his angry face, but it doesn’t stop him
from winning the race, he’s smiling loudly,
his foot hits home plate.

Now and Then:
A silly barefoot girl just trying to fit in a crazy world,
And one
That DOES Not Wish She Knew Then,
What She Knows Now

Now laughs and is hopeful,
Then will
Surprise her again…..
With a multitude of carefree sunny days,
When her only job is to smile and play.


 

Reviews

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

It's difficult to believe you just started to write poems. What I mean is that this is very good. I particularly love the first stanza. The describing of the memory and the feelings are very good, very good imagery. I like the way this poem flows. Very well done, Confuser.

[Confuser]

That is actually very kind. And i can assure you, the first poem I attempted was Paper Heart, I suppose a couple of mths ago, so maybe I will get better. I've never had time with children & dogs & children & my husband & whatever. Thank you kindly. I sincerely appreciate your time Rudi J.P L. guten tag.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

A good day to you too. In Dutch or Flemish it's 'Goedendag'. :)
Rudi

[Confuser]

What little I know of the language, it's quite beautiful. Thank you Rudi. Goedendag!

[Confuser]

...........................................................................Dale

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

I just know Van Dale and that a Dutch Dictionnary ????? :)
Rudi

[Confuser]

What? didn't quite get that, but okay. My name is Dale. Anyway....have a great day.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Now I now, Dale, it was I that didn't get the ......Dale, those stupid Belgians !!!! ;)

Rudi

[Confuser]

Thank you Rudi..............................Dale

[Indra Neil]

a riveting write with vivid imagery! well done!

[Bear]

This is a very interesting poem, I really like it but keep tripping over the line "There are many more, and I feel them building up in me." this seems to be the only line in the whole poem that is in first person. Was this on purpose? And how can anyone not like a poem with a line like “Ralph Nader ate a tater.” in it. Ha! Ha! I love that!

[Confuser]

Wooe, so glad you saw that; of course I didn't and don't think I've been back to this & I will change it soon: I honesty said that to my brother; guess my Dad liked Ralph Nater. LOL. Dale

[Bear]

good luck on the rewrite, I have rewritten some of my best work making it even better.

[Confuser]

.......................................got so much writing going on now; haven't even thought about looking back....T/Y...Dale

[armin]

Again a nice piece of writing. I much praise you for your excellence in this one.
Two neighborhood boys,
one younger one older,
And her green eyed brother,
One foot stretched off the makeshift base,
He is fast like a jackrabbit and better at bat,
so she heckles him, to her disgrace,
“Ralph Nader ate a tater.”
She sees his angry face, but it doesn’t stop him
from winning the race, he’s smiling loudly,
his foot hits home plate.
I quite enjoyed those lines. Have a nice time.

[Confuser]

Thank you, thank you. Nobody has yet to notice, and this is a true story, there are only 4 players/2 teams. And I wondered how Ralph Nader, as a child came to mind: he is a Real Person, but guess that's all I could think to rhyme w/Ralph.

[armin]

Oh, Alright I got that.

[Confuser]

Thank you..........................

[Chris]

I came back... glad I did.

[Cerise]

A wonderful poem from start to end...i love the way u have described then and now with the example of the girl...veryr well written...

[Sami Khalil]

I like your take on the now and then and how we can find mystery in all. I like when people break their silence and tell it like it is. Excellent...:).................

[Confuser]

Sami, thank you. I wonder if it occurred to you, like it did me, there were only four kids on two baseball teams? True story! No wonder I picked on my brother; was really tired.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:).......

[Sanjh]

Nice reconstruction of the past memories. There are a lots of childhood memories which are lost in time. But every now and then we recollect those memories and be sad or happy thinking about them.
Keep it up...:)

[willweb]

What a fun little tale with a deep meaning shouting from within this childhood memory. Those days, as far as we remember, were wonderful, but these days as we will remember in the future can be wonderful too. I loved this poem.

[Confuser]

willweb, it occurred to me, did it you, there were only us four - on 2 baseball teams. True. Wow? Kids.

[MomzillaNC]

Again, terrific and gripping imagery.