Memory

FredPeyer

The word hovers

Just outside my grasp

Like a bee hovering

Between two flowers

Not knowing

Which one to serve first

 

The name bounces

Off the walls of my skull

Like a ping pong ball

Bouncing off the table

Impossible

To recall

 

The location could as well

Be in outer space

Like a place on the

Dark side of the moon

Somehow familiar

But not reached

 

My memory is

Trapped between two flowers

Bouncing off to somewhere

In outer space

Never to be seen

Or heard of again

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2017 03:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: The older I get, the less I remember The older I get the less I care
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 41
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  • Frank Prem

    I know exactly what you

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks Frank, I love your ......? Is it "comment" maybe? Oh, what the heck, I love what you wrote!

    • Fay Slimm.

      You describe it all well here Fred - memory can play such tricks with age.

      • FredPeyer

        What really bugs me is if a word I know I should know simply isn't there. It does appear eventually, but by that time it is usually too late.

      • kevin browne

        bless you my lovely, what a nice and poignant poem to write. we all certainly hear you so hope that helps you a little x

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks Kevin, it helps to know that I am not alone with this "problem". Overall I should not complain, at least I still know my name!

        • P.H.Rose

          Oh!! Fred I feel your pain.
          I too have the memory
          Of a gnat...great poem..
          The words are just there
          But for some reason
          Someone's put a door there..
          So bloody annoying!!!!!!

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks P.H., yes there is a door there. Thankfully most of the time it is open. Just imagine if it would be locked and you cannot find the key.

            • P.H.Rose

              I honestly think that is
              How I will end up.....

            • Louis Gibbs

              You speak for all of us who are 'of a certain age', Fred! well written poem. I've written one on the subject as well, which I'll present soon.

              • FredPeyer

                Thanks Louis, I am looking forward to reading it!

              • Heather T

                What a perfect description of those stutters! Sometimes it's so close I could trip over it, and other times it's washed spotless. I'm certain I've lost brain cells each year past 35. I think my three curtain climbers helped induce the fog.

                • FredPeyer

                  Somebody once said: Don't worry about little things - everything is little things. I've come to accept the occasional lapses. Found that the more you concentrate on them, the worse it gets. Thank you for your comment, it is always appreciated.

                • Augustus

                  Oh, you describe it sooooo well!

                  • FredPeyer

                    Welcome to the club, Augustus!

                  • malubotelho

                    The good thing about being older is that one can blame everything on being older. Lovely way of writing.

                    • FredPeyer

                      Thank you malu,
                      The nice thing about being a senior is that now I can say anything I want. Nobody gets upset, cause "he's just an old fart"!

                      • malubotelho

                        You see. Not everything is bad.

                      • onepauly

                        I too find it easier on my mind when I go out among other people and they see my toothless jaw sagging and two hearing aids I have to wear. is it me or them? I just don't know, but I do know it feels good.lol

                        • FredPeyer

                          Pauly,
                          who cares about teeth or hearing aids, you are you and that is it.

                        • Goldfinch60

                          Good write and very true, it is amazing the words and names that I couldn't recall during the day come to me about 3 o'clock in the morning!

                          • FredPeyer

                            At least you remember, just don't call them then!



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