Cold Case Memory
· poetry
My mind slows down to a mellow mood
As the light reaches my eye through a vacuum sky
The stillness speaks softly of my morning subdued
And cold freeze-framed memories return with a sigh
I bookmark the pages of time and space
Of smaller moments and clearer lines
Created and placed at a much slower pace
Not analyzed, regarded, or interpreted as signs
Simple and true and raw and new
Not pushed by a wave from before
Unblemished by any established point of view
It simply was, and not something more
At that time you’d have never dreamed
That such a dull and boring moment would even make it into the book
That these events would later be redeemed
That that moment would ever get a second look
Like this moment now, this moment here
A piece of your life that may not seem significant
Live it with pride and hold it dear
For later on in life it may be magnificent
0616 SATURDAY DECEMBER 29, 2018
JArtB