D. Avraham ~ Musings

The face is, I guess, familiar.
Something about those eyes, the smile, that gesture …
Reminds me of a time
When we played our roles of preps, nerds and jocks,
Parts not quite so sublime,
But far more cock-sure.
Its image more nostalgia than similar

Some are, I guess, repining.
Groping for a way to recapture the lost past
When only possibilities abound
And before we learned of life’s simple paradox
That with all those choices we found
Even the memories don’t seem to last,
But instead like pencil lead are found evanescing

It was, I guess, amusing.
Wandering between ‘remember when’ to ‘here and now’
Mouthing names thought lost to ancient history.
As we excavate past all those mental roadblocks
Conducting all the experiments in social archeology
That our time would allow
Editing and amending the script to our choosing

My nostalgia is, I guess, different.
None of those special moments, the tears and the laughs
Would I want to rewind,
But I do enjoy taking them out of their box,
Now and again, to find
Like an old photograph,
Savoring the flavor of a memory spent.

I may have been, I guess, in error,
Remaining aloof, distant, and all too hard to find –
Not all by happenstance.
And though we can’t turn back the clocks
We meet renewed and old acquaintance,
Discovering those we’ve left behind,
Whose façade has faded to a polished splendor.

Reunion Allusions without a Guard between the Crosswalks.

Dog-eared and yellow
Bent and worn in its Kodachrome frame
A crime fighting hero in shades of blue.

I always did want to save the world.

I was six or maybe seven
When my mother sat at the Singer
And created for me
A cape and cowl
A custom costume fit.
From patterns and cloth found in a trunk in the attic

I was going to save the world.

I set out on patrol
To rid the world
Of the Dastardly and the Diabolical
The Menacing and the Maniacal
But the bad guys had shed their costumed skein
And wander the streets
All disguised as men.
How does one join the Justice League
To know whom is the hero and whomthe villain?

It was going to be tough saving the world.

Bent and broken
The blues faded to gray
Team Superhero was revealed.
Not only to be in the service,
But, the promoter and distributor,
Of Evil

I am, oh, so tired from trying to save the world.

Now, a dark night avenger
Black and shadowy shell
Yet the heart remains
Pure.

A hero trying to survive the world.