04-08-2016, 09:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-08-2016, 09:15 PM by RiverNotch.)
Man, that's beautiful Billy. But now I feel sick with jealousy, thinking about them moors -- well, mostly how the scenery comes close in its own way to the scenery of the nature-walks here, but without the heat. But wow -- I mean, if it isn't so hot here right now, I'd be practically in the moors with that.
MEMORY RECLAIMED
a memory a film
viewed once, eventually excitement
loud action, hero
slaying dragon
or princess opening sex
drowned out, as always,
in favor of the little things
the children -- perhaps the sun
setting red in the horizon,
dramatic string section
hanging chords -- cut to night
red firelight
on the deep in contemplation face,
a young voice, his words in the quiet like
"should I heed? should I heed?"
and smells of sage on rafter, thickening
moss on wood, bed of furs
beginning to foul, sour wine --
my son my younger self, we heed now
sitting here, locked
in illusion
now let me enjoy my pipe
MEMORY RECLAIMED
a memory a film
viewed once, eventually excitement
loud action, hero
slaying dragon
or princess opening sex
drowned out, as always,
in favor of the little things
the children -- perhaps the sun
setting red in the horizon,
dramatic string section
hanging chords -- cut to night
red firelight
on the deep in contemplation face,
a young voice, his words in the quiet like
"should I heed? should I heed?"
and smells of sage on rafter, thickening
moss on wood, bed of furs
beginning to foul, sour wine --
my son my younger self, we heed now
sitting here, locked
in illusion
now let me enjoy my pipe