Posts tagged ‘memory’

June 16, 2015

Remember?

In the cistern of my mind
live water’s beckon thought;
is it the past or a dream—
the difference, I can’t tell.

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July 13, 2014

Sociopolitical

Sociopolitical,
as lipstick and licorice;
kiss with the tongue,
hard feelings then diminish.

We won’t mention that again.

She said she’s always fine,
the next week she died.

I have the text to prove it.

-Found her along a country roadside
with holes and blood and mud.
The Sunday newspaper said it as
a matter of fact- Just. Like. That.

We had this one class together…
-Fremdsprachen, Deutsch.

Who writes that shit anyway?
It can’t be real-

Those papers…

A life that lacks is labeled as that.
A life on track is labeled as that.

Hands tied, for gosh sakes!
Bright white lines,
Coldest milk shake,
I was on Valium so I don’t remember that day- anyway.

Then the poetry reading was over…
So was everything else-

No apprehension
No hesitation.

What’s tension?
We mention:

Now-a-days,
A lifetime away,
Full of choices
Did you hear them voices?

And you thought for a walk.
And you thought for a talk.
And you made art with chalk
that did not last so long.

-Some cloudy milk transparency.

But that was all you did,
then you slept-

after the sun had left.

***

Also, danke schön Pakistan.
Story: A patron puts one hundred-dollar bills inside of the books he returns only to promote reading.

July 8, 2014

Commuting on Como

Up,
Pedaling through
Como Avenue.

Alongside shared-living apartments
Neon-signs cluttered storefronts.

Following is
the
summer sun,
heat,
and sweat.

7 years ago I was more acquainted
There was so much to forget.

There was sun and snow,
Heartbreak and elation,
Sex and lies, good times;
Things called by other names, situations.

Past trees which grew
Broken glass from bottles drunks threw
Stand lampposts which haven’t moved
These quiet streets, home for rocks, sand, and dust- below shoes.

Maneuvering, wondering if the old neighbors were still alive.

Winter stuck in a basement
Bright light outside
Warm only within
-Hiding eyes behind dingy broken blinds.

Father stopped in around Christmastime
I was with a she who left like the wind.

Found in moments betting on the weather.

Two doves,
A cat,
Empty bottles,
Trash amassed; pieces of me mixed between.

Now I ride by this old familiar place.

Remembering,
Biking,
Thinking,

How did this town get so small?
How did I get so big?

***
She once said: biking is the best way to learn the city; Minneapolis is the biggest small town around.

May 12, 2014

Another Night on Desk

Hourly gate counts
Stale air
Moments we forget to breathe

Passing the time
Without care
Caught in the hours between

They come in
Walking by
A try at upping the score

Questions so trivial
Evermore
Inquisitively why- I have no idea what for

Heaven and Hell
Two Options
Conclusions which have never failed

Lives we live
Routines assumed
Trials and tests we’ve prevailed

Truth and Lies
Who decides?
Each way holding a selective form

Beauty proved smart
Elegant sort
Passing they nod or wave their tiring decorum

Sun to Moon
Lighted beam (which looms)
Change of perspective and dreams

Mind is worn
Thoughts gone lost
Floating unobtrusively in certain scenes

Auf Wiedersehen to once beloved context
Oh, for heaven sake such (memes)
Au revoir to twice made attempts to contend
Occupation: desk- (maintaining un-split seams).

May 7, 2014

End of the Semester

Last of these few days together
There was no breakfast made
Non-existent intent, in good weather
We were making this class in so many ways

Gathered- some, walking in, I sat
Gathered- now, thoughts, just exist

Relax, no time to witness or waste
Intact presently;
Though,
Fleeting
Sentiment
Of haste—

Grades that won’t really matter in the end
That of experience made in debt we lend

Month-to-month climbing up that ladder
Procrastinated moments, shared in a scatter

It will not happen like this again
It will not be the same my friend

Take it in without tears
Shed skin of early fears
In and amongst peers
Exasperated we cheer

To contemplate is too late
Thinking is a past-moment’s luxury
To know the feeling to date
Can’t explain what’s become of me

Showered, shaved, straddled steel bike frame, then came
Locked and walked up stairs everyday
Opened doors in the deep Winter
Even up until early May

Nothing lasts forever
Maybe these memories
Moments that we’ve changed
Until they at once fade away

Gathered dust
Flight of feather
Come so far
Once together
Heavy hearted
Was all pleasure

Tethered to that time

I said I was here to make grades not friends
In the end I was wrong again

It was on that fast dying day that I knew.

August 21, 2013

When I am Gone/Blue Moon

When I am Gone,

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

When I am gone think of my face with bright eyes and a contagious smile-think for a while.

 

When I am gone know that I am still near the Mississippi River.  I am in each village, town, and city, respectively.  La Crescent, La Crosse, and Minneapolis-truly.

 

My thoughts will be more resilient than mortality.

 

When I am gone I am actually with you.

Don’t remember me for the things I did, but for the things I do-pleasant memories.

 

 

 

When I am gone you are actually with me too.

And when I am gone know that this is the beginning; we are not through.

 

When I am gone just know that I love you.

And when I am gone know that I know you love me too.

 

All comfort, it is true.

 

When I am gone make every enemy friend.

And when I am gone smile and make amends, because all your thoughts make you.

 

***

Blue Moon,

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

In the end, when we are all through-said and done, look up in the sky and remember the Moon is a Hologram.

Made by those on earth to feel better about being alone in the universe.

Don’t ask why

However, I am still with you.  So fear not.

Standing right by your side.

August 5, 2013

Minneapolis to Madison 08′

Taking in the scenic beauty of Wisconsin hillsides makes a mind wonder.

Makes thoughts come back stronger.

Makes a man take some time, effective as a fresh drink of water.

 

Witness to:  Brewery tours, Madison proper, past wind-turbine and cow, through the rain, and back again.  Speaking of summer, spring, and fall.

 

We travel through life like there’s no right and wrong.

Just things happen.

 

 

Forgotten tendencies-

Moments to hum a song.

 

The Midwest at its best, still remaining one of the world’s finest drives, passing signs as we reflect on our time.

 

 

April 18, 2013

Observation: Rise and Shine

The morning chemistry is coffee on a countertop.

The bell rings softly as we stare at canopy aloft.

 

The ceiling fan does not spin as dust clings to its pale blades.

Rain hits roof and window but does not venture in, as I watch amazed.

 

Lamplight and grey skies shone to my eyes.

 

And then I hear.

And then I see.

And then I think.

 

Some female comedians have it so easy; where their breasts are their best joke.

Some musicians have it so easy; they are successful for playing just one note.

Some people have it so easy; while others sink they float.

 

 

Some people learn; some people won’t.

 

 

And those were just a few asides and some real-life.

Rise and shine.

February 28, 2013

NOW

I see you are clearly starting to plant your ubiquitous presence in my heavens.

 

Art and Stone alone block the outside view of Winter.  Wind blows on an old building.  Places we’ve been together: with you-us two.

 

My shirt says, Snow Shoe Brew, My feet are Boots.

 

We used to kick the ground around this town.

Used to live to love, looking above at the stars.

 

Nothing has changed.

Watching cars and buses from afar.

 

Forgetting the days, planning our ways.  In the future-wish again, what have we missed my friend?

Not much.  Not how.  We have Now.

 

Again, old fashioned statement of life’s placement.

I think as we walk, kiss, and say goodbye.

 

She goes away like she first said “Hi” and walked into my life.