{"id":126411,"date":"2023-09-02T01:40:26","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T05:40:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=126411"},"modified":"2023-09-02T01:52:12","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T05:52:12","slug":"i-remember-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/i-remember-4\/","title":{"rendered":"“I Remember…”"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was said the twenty four could be considered as a “chapbook” – which would make for a central themed group of posts.\u00a0 I’m still considering that…<\/p>\n

There ARE three poems here (left<\/span>, center<\/span>, and right<\/span>) – unique, standalone, and yet – also just \u2026one\u2026 the last line ends all three – just so ya know.<\/p>\n

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“I Remember…”<\/strong><\/p>\n

Life seldom happens as we wish \u2013 though we live it as we can.\u00a0 People appear, get close and then life seems to happen.\u00a0 No rhyme, no reason.\u00a0 And we walk on \u2013 at least we try \u2026to walk on.\u00a0 It isn\u2019t always about Love but just maybe it is.\u00a0 We each have our memories of being \u201ctouched\u201d and sometime we do say \u201cGoodbyes\u201d.\u00a0 And sometimes we don\u2019t.\u00a0 It isn\u2019t that memories sneak up on you \u2026sometimes any old Tuesday will do \u2026and when it isn’t a Tuesday? \u00a0Well, I’ve never been perfect \u2026just me.<\/p>\n

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Each morning I always pour a mug – black and strong, the steam rising.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then walk over to the window,<\/p>\n

draw the curtains wide.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Remember\u2026”<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Today,<\/span><\/p>\n

I stood there watching the morning<\/span><\/p>\n

as the chill dawn’s mist floated and spread<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2026watching, waiting\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

while the sun broke\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the mind’s grey \u00a0 \u00a0 just so \u2026slowly<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2026I felt the glass shiver and begin to weep\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

as the sky’s tears gathered close outside<\/span><\/p>\n

and inside oh so gently began to fall.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tap\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

tap\u2026 come in, come in\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2026and the sound\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

and the sound\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

you\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

See I\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

I heard your voice inside<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2026again<\/em>\u2026<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and the mind’s myst<\/span><\/p>\n

grew and spread,<\/span><\/p>\n

and I felt fingertips graze my cheek –<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

just the wind –<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

just \u2026the wind\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

and another tomorrow wrapped my heart<\/span><\/p>\n

with all the softness in the world<\/span><\/p>\n

and closed so tight –\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

so very, very \u00a0 \u00a0 tight<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2026and it hurts,<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

hurts so\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2026holds \u2026me\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

as I remembered\u2026how<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

just seeing your eyes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2026just a silly \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0single \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0damn \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0pic<\/span><\/p>\n

of you \u2026gazing out toward<\/span><\/p>\n

your world – from a diner table\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

still fills me<\/span><\/p>\n

with a lifetime’s dreams\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

behind my eyes\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We used to talk – lil things –<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

timeless \u00a0 \u00a0 things,<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

nothing \u00a0 \u00a0 things –<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

moments good and\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2026well, some that weren’t.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We shared being \u00a0 \u00a0us –<\/span><\/p>\n

and how it meant<\/span><\/p>\n

and what we saw and felt.<\/span><\/p>\n

We gave each other<\/span><\/p>\n

each other – I chuckled and you –\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

you laughed –<\/span><\/p>\n

and we cried and\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0Life happened<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 as it always seems to do and<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 time just drifted off\u2026<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We never talked of endings<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

even as we said “\u2026goodbye\u2026”<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0You’ve finally got your mountains<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2026and the eagles<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 and I’ve\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2026 I’ve coffee and the sunrise.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

and memories of the magyk<\/span><\/p>\n

ride my soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>\u00a0I’ve not forgotten you nor<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 the moments<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 but this now\u2026<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 this \u00a0 \u00a0 now<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 echoes and echoes with\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 my own breath and heartbeats.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2026and I remember\u2026 I do\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I remember\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Chris<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(C) Chris Twyford<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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