Poem - Stuff

Stuff
How our memory rushes back into the miracle of our youth
in search of the memories that bring us joy
A chopper bike slides at the bottom of the old shingle hill
The air is filled with pungence from the broken wildflowers
We can pause to consider these wildflowers
I never knew their names
They are yellow
purple
and blue
and green
I was in a rush then
To play
caper
and run
and shout
I am reminded of other stuff
Of the corny cap club
with Martin
Ivan
and Karl
Did I ever really smell the wildflowers
Is that a real memory
Is it maturity imbuing memory with a legacy it should never have
Did I ever notice the colours of the wildflowers
Was I sensitive to nature
In my short trousered, scratch kneed ramblings
I am reminded of other stuff
Of early birthday parties
with Bob
Kevin
and Keith
Of ill fitting clothes
like Bob
Kevin
and Keith
Ice cream sodas, subbuteo
and cake
Swings in our back gardens
made of wood
I really don’t think I remember the wildflowers

It is strange how the memory stores things that seemingly are of little importance, and yet leter in life we realise how important they actually are. I love your poem (though I'm afraid that my memories go back a little earlier than yours!)

I'm pretty ancient myself ........ I always remember a song I heard by Richard Digence which used to make me smile ~ called 100 or 200 remembers where he lists spangles, pacer mints and all sorts of stuff.

Thx for the comments

I'm not sure how much poetry to post though as it's a bit of therapy at the moment for my confidence and anxiety

mezzanine door:

Please carry on posting your poetry. Since my depression/breakdown in 2004 I also started writing poetry as therapy and have found it hugely helpful in dealing with my feelings. I love to read other people's poems, they also help me (I still have "wobbly" days which is why I joined this site. I have posted a couple of mine on this site and will put another one up soon about the subject of difficult mornings - sometimes I find it hard to find a reason to get out of bed. Keep writing and posting.

yes, really good to read your writing, don't worry about it being therapy - that's the nature of a lot of writing, even of people who don't acknowledge their difficulties. You do, and that's all to the good I think.