Rambling Poetry: Ring Around the Rosies
(originally from July 28, 2008)
No idea where this came from……
Ring Around the Rosies
So it’s ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies,
Three times, three times, now we hit the ground,
While memories slip through fingers, like petals of flowers
And the whimpering wind carries that sweet as honey sound.
A reminder in slow motion, of a world nearly forgotten
And a place that is forsaken, lost down paths I cannot find.
Amidst the summer keening, where the young heart’s always reeling
And the afternoon’s spent dreaming of warm places in the mind
There in velvet colored shadows I can find the smallest whisper
To remind me of the feelings that once a time were dear.
But to ponder and to worry on the emotion and occurrence,
Many years past now a blur, seems a game too childish here.
Because no person place or thing in the web of here and now
Can live up to imagination or those memories now dreams.
So to while away the hours, wasting all recourse and powers,
On contemplation and comparison is as useless as it seems.
Still, I recall them slowly, and though the memories seem perfect
Sublime nature’s an illusion a façade to hide the truth.
And perfection only seems so when you’re standing far away
From the source of your delusion, from reality aloof.
Two birds in the hand are worth five in the past.
If it’s gone it didn’t last, so it’s nothing that you need
Instead of hanging on and pining, inwardly sigh and dying
Take a look at what surrounds you and let the wistfulness recede.
Song playing at the moment – AFI – Beautiful Thieves