October 5, 2012

poem 365 of a poem a day for 2012




grainy polaroid Autumn

my life is all objects nearer
the mirrors in the dark
I prefer to keep myself neatly in
the shoe boxes that I keep
filling with the mementos
of all my ancestral lives
they are upstairs and
I am climbing again
I turn the light on
and begin shuffling
around the attic
spying an old docksiders box

I sit down
and open it
there are movie tickets
in here when it was still fun
to be entertained
little cards from girlfriends
I’ve never forgotten
feeling their absence
in the clay pots
of these old photographs
I still have from those decades
when I didn’t need
some digital memory jack
to be understood
it was as if I already knew
I would grow to become
a ghost in the machines
of my own life
as if I knew that by
just touching them again
they could bring me
into potent sunshine
filtered through
the haze memory glazes
my aging with

I warm my bones
picking up these seeds
I’ve left behind
the tucked magic of vines
that trail guide
the days spent searching
for reminders
of who I am
who I used to be
who I could have been
once long ago
when all the pictures
that I took, I knew
would fade to yellow
like the maples leaves do

EJR ©

2 comments:

  1. "...as if I knew that by
    just touching them again
    they could bring me
    into potent sunshine
    filtered through
    the haze memory glazes
    my aging with..."
    Wow... Very moving; we are totally transported to your attic with all the emotions, sights and scents as we read...These gems MUST be published my friend!

    ReplyDelete
  2. I figured you would reach 365 well before year end at the pace you have been keeping :) but wow, almost 3 months ahead!! Please feel free to keep them coming :)

    ReplyDelete