August 7, 2016 The Sunday Whirl -- Sunday's Whirligig -- Poets United/ Forgotten Contents

Forgotten Contents

a long time ago       in a far away place where              yesterday is tomorrow

tomorrow could be any day      and today never comes          wishes are made

on the wings of fireflies      sparkle all night long      put away for safe keeping

holes punched in the lid       and the lid put on tight            ...contents forgotten

you point to a place high on the mountain            you tell me timber grows there

we watch for the smoke to rise      to fill a summer day           blue skies turn gray

you chew a sprig of mint    twist it between your fingers     hold it under your nose

the smell of mint holds all your memories of other days... in far away places

flames leap up          shouts heard all around                  fire burns the forest

home for many          caught with no escape       sometimes man can contain the fire

sometimes he can't    sometimes even he cannot escape          we are told fire can be good 

                                                                                               for the forest

but surely it cannot be good for those burned to a crisp... in far away places

to sin is an archery term         meaning to miss the mark            and who doesn't miss it

sometimes we become irascible      but what is the point        it could be just child's play

aim for the target             and just as easily the arrow seems to have a mind of its' own

its' own trajectory           misses the target completely                but hits something else

in the park                   in a far away place                         on sunday morning

dogs play with frisbees               the old oak trees provide shade from the summer sun

friends lay on the grass        lovers with hands intwined             the scene a painting

visit the museum         thrill to see old favorites       remember the contents long forgotten

August 7, 2016