Restored

murray robertson Uncategorized January 22, 2022 1 Minute

   some things i can't
remember any more.

gone like a wisp of 
      smoke in the wind.


      i am not alone.
who remembers
   blank spaces 
on an ancient vase?

    can we remember
things we never saw
or heard or thought.


bring back those
      good old days,

when things were 
   so much simpler.


      this icy morning,
when i can see frost 
   on the driveway,

      and i know that 
   i don't want to go 
outside to find food,


remembering 
      better days,

      i'd like them
to be restored.

Published by murray robertson

I make photos to make myself feel good; I share in hope of making you feel good. I do as much as I can in the camera, but it does not always end there. Part of making an image in the 21st century is processing a captured image in the computer. This is like dodging and burning in the darkroom of yesterday. (I've done that too.) I use Photoshop cc and Lightroom cc. The result is not always what I saw, sometimes more what I wish I saw. Sometimes, the resulting image is a creation more than a recording. Most of the time, I keep it believable and realistic. I have a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing. I have shared poems on the internet, to an audience with more than 150 million views and I'm considering making a selection of poems, in a book or books. View all posts by murray robertson

Published January 22, 2022

4 thoughts on “Restored”

arlenecorwin says:

January 22, 2022 at 11:05 pm

Absolutely adore this one! Your simplicity, depth and finally the poem itself – well, there’s no word for it!

Now for me: A not-so-hidden attempt at PR.

Everybody’ Knows…

Everyone who knows, Who reads the poetry, the prose Corwin writes most everyday – Compulsion, play? “Neither/both”, she’d likely say.

The motivation found in phrases, idioms, Remarks and comments, Utterances and quotation, Word construction, Obligation and instruction – Every layer stimulation Like the sanctity of prayer.

Impulse that’s become a habit; Drive and urge that de-inhibits; Therapy come from above: The brain, the mind The zillion synapses behind The intellect and intuition.

It may be few Who read each newborn Clause and sentence Borne of cues, the dues we pay, The hues that color every offshoot, Fortunate, its opposite…

Thinking of and thanking you Who read a Corwin line or two. You’re so, so welcome to review and re-review, Share with those who may think It contributes to Well-being.

Everybody Knows 1.22.2022 Pure Nakedness II; The Processes: Creative, thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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1. murray robertson says:
  
  January 23, 2022 at 4:22 am
  
  Thank you arlenecorwin!
  
  That’s an amazing ‘comment’. I haven’t got the tim tonight to write a novel-length response.
  
  My simplicity? Maybe I’ve had a minor COVID infection and suffered brain damage. That is one of the possibilities I believed reasonable as a humanity extinction scenario did involve a virus-type infection that made us even stupider than we are.
  
  Science fiction. Would never happen. Now we have a COVID pandemic. (They say a mild infection could result in brain damage.)
  
  So I can accept the “Your simplicity” comment… I like some of Conrad’s very simple (and very easy to read writing, and Ernest Hemingway’s)
  
  Now I have to go.
  🙂
  
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Carol anne says:

January 23, 2022 at 8:40 pm

very beautiful photo and words! 🙂

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1. murray robertson says:
  
  January 24, 2022 at 2:28 am
  
  Thank you Carol anne!
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