The Old Man
The old man journeyed to the park
Where all of his friends convened
He conversed with every pigeon
Because no one else would listen.
The old man always traveled light
Nothing more than lint in his pockets
and a mind no longer carrying the burden
of melancholy memories long forgotten.
Photo found in Google by my wife Allie. She challenged me to write about the old man.
Letters Of Love
I retrieved the letters of love you sent
With words of eternity in smeared ink
Deceit accompanied every loving phrase
Promises fading with these yellow sheets
I breathed and lived every word of hope
and every vow you never meant to keep
I will tear up all of your letters of love
The way you shred our trust and vows
Rip up every photograph we have taken
set fire to these once cherished treasures
quietly watch the wind blow the embers away
along with the eternal love you promised me
Image borrowed from Google.
The Experiment (100 Words)
Jackson walked through the lonely streets.
Wanting to learn more about his past, he volunteered for the dangerous experiment.
Scientists advised him of everything that could go wrong. They never suspected everything would go right.
Total recall, perfect memory; some said it couldn’t be accomplished.
Yet, long lost memories rushed through him like light through a prism.
Lost loves, toddler falls, even prenatal sensations.
He lived trapped in an eternal state of nostalgia.
They told him he would recall every memory.
No one warned him he would relive every pain.
Jackson finally understood some things are meant to be forgotten.
Photo taken from Google Images
If Alzheimer’s Erases Your Name
Memories with no recollection
like a warm beach without sand
how could I gaze into your eyes
and not feel what I breath today
If nostalgia becomes a stranger
who will reminisce over photos I
will miss? Will you remind me of
remembrances that I won’t find
After all that we conquered, our
love deserves a better fate. Will
you remember for the two of us
if Alzheimer’s erases your name
Please note: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME. Well, nothing that a chocolate layer cake, a glass of wine, & a warm kiss won’t cure (not in that order). I recently had a brief conversation with a blogging friend who mentioned her mother suffers from Alzheimer’s disease. I have little fear of death, but I do worry about Alzheimer’s. I can’t imagine not remembering my daughter or Allie.
For more information on Alzheimer’s please visit this link from my friend Doctor Jonathan Neal Colton at All About Healthy Choices.
Are There Better Treatments For Alzheimer’s Patients
Photo is a selfie of Allie taken 2010.
Last week I read a lovely little poem (entitled Questions Without Answers) on a blog page of lovely poetry called A Reading Writer. I have attached the link for anyone interested in reading the inspirational piece. Thank you Rosema for the inspiration.
Treasured Memories That Never Were
It was a warm summer night when
we slow danced on a quiet tropical
beach. Your soft cheek caressed my
five o’clock shadow. The full moon
glowed in your intoxicating eyes as
you said the words I longed to hear.
Then there was that night we drank
sweet merlot and read love poems
by candle light. We made love until
dawn. And I brushed your silky hair
as you slept in my arms. That night
you promised me to love me forever
Perhaps, one day I will finally build
the courage to approach you. Then
I could tell you how I feel. But until
that day I will sit here, alone in my
dark lonely corner, clinging to these
treasured memories that never were
Please note: Lonely Author will be in and out of the blog today. Having a big barbecue with tons of guests, food, and wine. My best friend who I have often written about is moving to Tampa, Florida on Monday. Allie and I planned a farewell bash for her. The Chimp assures you he will be on his best behavior. (You really don’t believe that, do you? Well, honestly, niether do I).
Have a wonderful weekend full of sunshine and smiles.
My friends there’s so much happening for me this week (good and bad), I won’t be present in Blogworld very much. This may or may not be my only post of the week. I will answer comments sporadically. And my reading of your posts will be limited. I expect ro return with a vegeance on Tuesday, May 3rd. Be well.
On some nights nostalgia
drenches us with memories
like a warm summer rain
as we wear moments that
became lifelong accessories
Hey, do you still remember
when we played pretend
the hours seemed to pass
in micro seconds on days
we swore would never end
now recollections of our past
resemble old faded Polaroids
swinging swings we swung
overdosing on cotton candy
mischief we couldn’t avoid
wouldn’t it be wonderful
to live young and care free
relive magical afternoons
of our youth like the days
you pretended to love me
Photo taken from Google Images