Wednesday Poetry – Memories

I’ve been in the workshop, but mostly clean up, tweaks on my miter jig and a total failure to make a picture frame.  I completely messed up on my measurements and have to start again on the frame. So today I have no pictures to show.

But, I’ve been editing my poetry book and wrote this new poem that I’ll share today instead of shop stuff:

Memories

A first kiss so long ago.
Darkness, cold and long hair.
Awkward lips and silence on the radio.

The weight of silence,
places a hand on face.
A smile, a glance down.
A good night promise to call.

Car filled with friends.
Music from the radio.
Lifts cares away,
as a day at the beach gives way,

To memories.

Faded clarity,
In a small apartment near the University,
Siting on the floor,
“Blackbird” on the turntable.
Even then the melody haunted my past.
Looking in her eyes, I knew.

Wandering through the past,
ghosts smile back.
Sweet sorrow of forgotten songs.
“Dream Weaver.”
“John B.”

Struggling for words,
for anything that might,
maybe,
show the feeling of the music,
and the memories.


If you need me – I’ll be in the shop

Andrew

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I work in the high tech world doing software release engineering Then I got prostate cancer Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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23 Responses to Wednesday Poetry – Memories

  1. pommepal says:

    Oh yes, memories, your poem rolled back the mists of time for me Andrew. Good luck with the next frame…

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  2. As one of my old neighbours used to say: “Dang it, I cut that board twice and it’s still too short!” Good luck with the revision! (I enjoyed your poem, too!) 🙂

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  3. Debra says:

    Beautiful, Andrew! Stirred a few memories of my own. 🙂

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  4. authorjim says:

    I am so very familiar with that type of error. It seems like I never learn to double check my every move. I have been told the the mark of a good craftsman is his ability to cover up mistakes but some mistakes are simply beyond covering. I like your honesty. That’s a mark of good character.

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    • It was one of those where I looked at the parts for 10 minutes saying, “don’t believe I did that.” Oh well, there will be better days and the parts will just be for a smaller frame.

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  5. Carrie Rubin says:

    I enjoyed the poem. Sorry to hear about the frame, but we learn more from our mistakes than our successes, so failure can be a good thing! (Albeit a frustrating one, especially when we’ve invested a lot of time. Grrr.)

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  6. Annika Perry says:

    Not a wasted day at all with such a lovely and evocative poem. I love the innocence of those awkward moments of that first kiss – you capture it and the memories so well.

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    • Thanks for your kind words. It was one of those days when I decided to give up on woodworking and put my headphones on. Then the music triggered my memories and the rest you see above.

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  7. delphini510 says:

    I like the way you handle the awkwardness of the first kiss,
    And how all through you let the music say so much.
    Great.

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  8. It seems even failure is inspirational for you, Andrew. Lovely poem.

    About the frame: You didn’t want matting around it? To fill in extra space? Or maybe the frame was too small?

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    • I’m good at failure. You just have to embrace it and own it. 😉 The frame ended up being about 3 inches too small as I measured on the wrong side of the miter cut. This weekend I’ll take that learning and try again.

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