Remembering Synthesis

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You may find yourself believing

That all life begins from here

A cradle of commencement

Day’s new birth

Till you pause and, on reflection

Consider yesterdays

Weighing up those gone

Their value, worth

 

You may find yourself remembering

A tenement, a close

The black and white of film

And simpler days

A mangle turned by mother

A Humber Hawk dad drove

A skipping rope

And all street games you played

 

You may find yourself regretting

Words and actions you still own

Though they’re gone, they form

The discs of growing spine

Were they karmic then and now

Must you measure luck by them

Or dismiss them and develop

Like fine wine

 

You may find yourself a-chuckling

At some antics from the past

The giggling with sisters

About boys

The changing of your body

As you put aside old clothes

And give away to younger

Favoured toys

 

You may find yourself reflecting

On the choices, chances gone

The ones you took

The ones you let go by

And wonder at how different

Your life would maybe be

If you’d been brave

Instead of stunned and shy

 

You may find yourself in stone-age caves

Tracing fingered walls

As you think about connections

To the past

Witness to a wondrous bang

That started all your days

And wonder, on this stage

How you’ve been cast

 

You may find yourself manoeuvring

Chess pieces on your board

Permutations pending

While you mull

Losing self in options

To evade and hope you win

Then elusive thoughts result 

In army stalled

 

You may find yourself forgetting

Why you took the road you’re on

Why you came into a room

That actor’s name

What you had for your lunch yesterday

Where you put your keys

The title of that book

A song’s refrain

 

You may remember earlier

Second line of this long piece

‘That all life begins from here’

And so it does

If we can still remember

Who we are and where we’re from

And give credence to

The synthesis of us

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Sands Of Time

Grains came and chased and chafed and gathered hinter

Reforming, as the desert lands, they grew

Shaping each new landscape, spring to winter

Changing ways we’d known, creating new

Grading and abrading roughened ridges

Coarse to smooth, they worked, to redefine

Refined the contours, excoriated edges

Rasped and grated, painfully, at times

Teeth gritted, so determined, how we travel

Blinded by the storms that befall here

Through sands of time, eroding, it unravels

In storms, that always settle, thus we steer

Almost Missed

Did you see them, as they passed

In hazy gestures

While they waved and saw solutions

That we sought

While we wished upon the dreams

That they remembered

And gave the lie to nightmares

That were nought

As we feared, the maybe, this day

Or another. The, Armageddon, could be, do or die

The, does this matter, really, in the long run

Are we living truth or mimicking its lies

Did you hear them sighing, gesturing the futile

Oblivious, we were, while they observed

Noting our stupidity and judged us

Discerning, we’d forgotten how to serve

So, they gave us chances, chances, for the long run

The time and time again, time to prove

That all that we’d dissembled, we’d remember

Inaction changed, by motives, they’d approve

We had the chance, we saw, they saw, agreement

Tentative and fragile, though it was,

We fought, we lost, we won, we started over

And found a reason, found a purpose, cause

It was a moment, lost and gone forever

Pivotal, we knew, but not so well

As usual, in ignorance, we perished

Save few, small few, who quietly, they yelled

Into a void, inhabited by visions

Who see and saw, advised but were dismissed

Who tried, as if in vain, recall, remember

One life, one love, one purpose, we have missed