October 5, 2004
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Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
© sunday, may 20th, 2002 10:47 p.m. pdt
Reality takes the time to question, and the torrent breaks me down as it washes away
Quality conversations recede in the distance of memory, questioning the words and the worthiness
Hilarity ensued some summer night in a light rain
As immediacy immediately memorialized the moment of magic.
Here, as in the past, I stand alone listening to the reality ask hard questions of time’s custodian.
The sand falls ever faster through the hour glass
The pebbles of time’s everlasting trickle down the mountain path
And the avalanche knocks us all unconscious
Words can’t convey the reality and the quality conversations of memory.
Memory can’t remember how easy life seemed so long ago during summer.
The sun set like a melon fingerpaint into the palette of pulchritude
Smearing the sincere fugues of God’s happiness,
As the warm dark faded from view and disappeared.
Astute conveyors of quality
Remembrances of something holy
A summer breeze blowing the dark brown hairs of youth
And I wondered as I sat under the tree, with the book open to experience’s memory.
I wondered why the writers seemed to ache when writing youth. Were they so old?
Was time running breathlessly into the wall, getting up, dusting himself off and
Running breathlessly into the wall again.
Serendipity dictates that love is around the corner.
Around the corner from reality.
And spending quality conversation with a dim memory.
The body keeps going, and feeling different and betraying the youth of memory,
When I stop and wallow in the wasted murk of memory’s youth.
Comments (9)
beautiful stuff..always a great pleasure reading your poetry…and yes honesty, in my opnion, is the only way to go..you can save alot of of torment from yourself and from someone else by just being honest
i very much like the phrase “immediacy immediately” it almost tripped my brain up!! I thought you could only trip the tongue up but even silently reading in my head… i very much liked it though.
Thank you so much for your comment on my Xanga……he is a very special person…..I think I may have lost him due to a slip up on my part as far as immaturity….but…..you don’t cry because it’s over…you simply smile because it happened…..but anyhow, thank you so much. I’ll take your words to heart. Have a wonderful day!
This is such a treat for me Mike
“Was time running breathlessly into the wall, getting up, dusting himself off and
Running breathlessly into the wall again.”
you know I am most mystified by time and to see you exploring the human experience here in this great poem has made my heart sing…
Peace
reading transformation
A mental streach out
I will read it again :sunny:
thanks Mike
Thanks Mike, Memories how they fade with time. You help dust them off.
:coolman:
my dear fool
you don’t need comments … you’re just one of my unicorns…giving all away…always ready to love…accepting very little in return…yeah…I have a thing with unicorns…they love me…and I love them…
I like your sketches as well…you’re an amazing unicorn!!!!
About my miracle…you don’t need to grant me one…I need to know if it’s possible to buy them…sorry…am a little bitter … today where I llive…The Electricity Company came…and left 35 families without gas and light…the economical situation in Holland is getting so bad…that the middle class doesn’t know what to do to survive…so crime increases…agressivity…violence…it’s a very worrying situation…for all of us…
But thanks anyway…
sweet dreams
Love from Holland
That is so beautiful, Mike. I love it, and the sunset picture, too! Very enchanting and captivating……..
HUGS!!
Shara