I Will Relish This Memory, If I Remember It Poem by Patrick Fleskes

Remembering, remembering, Always remembering to forget, to be forgot,

To move swiftly and purposely towards life,

With child-like smiles to preoccupy the restlessness of the mind,

Wandering around, lost on grand pastures,

Reeling, reeling in fish bigger than intended,

Bigger still, than these claims are the outlooks held...

We feel altogether young and old,

When we are both living,

The ever present now, the spastic moment from breath to feeling,

And living vicariously through memories attached at the heels of our shadows,

Our documents of past,

Be our double helix,

A script acted out, yet not read,

We got lines to say, camera's to forget and dramatic poses to strike kid,

So what do you see in the supporting cast?

Your friends, your mother, your dad?

These mirrors reflection of the self bouncing off the immaculate glare of those eyes, radiant surprise,

To forget is to displace,

Remembrance, the most gracious gesture,

Those who know the words, make the greatest actors.

Remember:

Leaves falling in the inhospitable mist, of orange and gold shimmering fall mornings,

That still image imparted of those hazy, lazy childhood memories,

The snow falling on the naked, innocent ground, glistening reflected light making the sidewalk look like diamonds, shimmering,

These all are paths, sown of stone in mind,

All memory,

Photographs,

Their tint a faded gold,

The mind,

Like body,

Fading,

And Life,

Always rearranging,

Circular motion,

Perpetual motion,

There are times to remember, and there are times to forget, be forgot,