seemingly forgotten

seemingly forgotten

there are times i wish to remember

what i have seemingly forgotten

of a time that used to be

childhood . . .

perhaps

a love . . .

yes

a love of a life i used to know

when the sunshine brought smiles

as it only does sometimes these days

i know that i am blessed

to be here,

but am i really here ?

am i really feeling what i should ?

am i letting this supposedly grand moment we call life slip by ?

there are times i feel un-whole

like there is a hole

in my soul

it does not always hurt

but it always aches

for something i seemingly forgotten

i remember the cookie jar on the counter

at Nanny’s

sugar cookies i think

yes they were extra sweet

as are these memories

i seemingly forgotten

the whole lot and

when i was a tot and

it was hot and

it was July again

and me and my friends

went swimming

as i am now doing

to survive

stay alive

in this sea of abysmal noise

in the silence of the memories

that will not come to me

that i may see

with some semblance of verity

the answers to the questions

about me

yes . . . about me

they say i am free

to do what i may question

dream about a grander land

it’s me and Dick Clarke and Bandstand

making a last stand

to understand

or over-stand

man

what’s the plan

to recoup

the soup of my soul

don’t care much for Chicken Soup

or much for groups

and such

i am just trying to remember

what i have seemingly forgotten

the whole lot and

the days of pot and

those heady dreams

where i really did believe

that i could achieve

the recollection

by way of reflection

and introspection

yet there is no detection

and still . . .

there are times i wish to remember

what i have seemingly forgotten

of a time that used to be

childhood . . .

perhaps . . .

one love . . .

yes

(c) 12 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.