Juggling life through a bi-polar lens. Sometimes up, sometimes down. Mostly trying to tread water in the middle. Creating a likeness to a normal life. Whatever "normal" is...

Saturday, 28 July 2007

Remembering


Remembering

I remember we need onions.
I remember my keys.
I remember the library closes early.
I remember to cross at the traffic lights.
I remember the bus is due.
I remember her face.

I feel the rain on its way.
I feel the cold seat in the bus shelter.
I feel the list in my pocket.
I feel the fare in my hand.
I feel the stuffiness of the bus.
I feel the shock of being hit.

I see children coming home.
I see birds flying south.
I see a man folding an umbrella.
I see a dog sniffing chips.
I see the lights changing colour.
I see a red handprint on my thigh.

"Keep busy. Carry on. Smile.
Turn off the bad thoughts."

I remember we need onions.


11 comments:

Lynda (Granny K) said...

I think this poem is great, regardless of what your tutor says - it gave me goosebumps!
Arrived here via Bob's blog. (I live with bears too) but I am notabear.

Rachelle said...

Dear Helena,
I like this one a lot. It reminds me of how our minds work.
We try to stay focused on the present, but the past creeps in when we least expect it to.
I was wondering if I might add your blog as a link on mine, do you mind?
:))
Slainte~
Rachelle

Helena said...

Hi Lynda,
glad to meet you!
Thank you for the encouraging feedback.


Rachelle,
I'd be honoured to be linked! Thank you.


I'm going away for a few days now.....bye!

Chewy said...

This poem cycles back to the beginning. Break the cycle and make new memories. (smile & hugs)

self taught artist said...

startling poem..I feel like you wrote a poem that was in my own head.
impressive writing!

Spinning Girl said...

Oh, I do love this.

Mousie/Paisible said...

helena, dear, i didn't realize dilly and bob were brothers!!!
and I absolutely must come back to this very blog...beautiful poem...
put that one in my favorites too...the background is very airy not at all too pink...rose thé we would say in french, very delicate colour...
much love from Mum Mousie

Helena said...

Self Taught Artist &
Spinning Girl,

Thank you, and thanks for visiting! Great to see you here.

Helena said...

Mousie!
Oh dear, I hope Dilly doesn't see this! LOL! Dilly and Bob are sister and brother. Dilly thinks all boys smell. So she would go off in a stomp if she was called a boy.

LOL

Mousie/Paisible said...

Cavanna, a French humorist said: "when you peel onions, makes you cry, thinks about all the people who died...then your tears won't be wasted..."
just a little joke to make you smile...

david mcmahon said...

That is just brilliant