Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Clouds


for years the memory of us
clouded my judgment
rendered me paralyzed
unable to move forward
believing magic happened 
once in a lifetime
impossible to recapture
we lived in Shangri La
quite skilled at side-stepping reality
distractions dismissed
still memories linger
and I wonder
could we have it all again
or have clouds obscured judgment
concocted dreams in my aging mind
fantasies best left forgotten




28 comments:

  1. i am glad that my reality was broken as it allowed me to see the world through the insulation we had created...and its hard at times...and maybe there are days i would go back...but glad i have not...

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  2. Helen, first of all, what an impressive video! I never expected, when I clicked on it, to hear you read your poem. Wow! I do think sometimes memories might cloud judgment; but there is something in us long time after that makes us wonder IF we really could have made it, or could we have it still?? Sometimes we can't help but looking back...AND wondering.

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  3. And the clouds speak! HaHa!
    Yet this is serious, and clouds of somethings do make us wonder ... very neatly done!

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  4. i liked skilled at side stepping reality. I was skilled at that one time too. But I left.

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  5. I loved hearing you read you poem and the video was very neat. Thanks for posting this!

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  6. Your voice is great, Helen, and you read so well. I hung in for those last two seconds and sure smiled at The Eyes:) I dont know how you managed to do this video, but it is pretty cool.

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  7. Never forget. Remember, dream. To wonder is life.

    Nice Helen.

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  8. Yes clouds obscure the view, but also bring hope. Love your words.

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  9. love your voice and the video....yearning for those Shangri la moments create a tangible sadness....beautifully worded..

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  10. I like the questions you ask yourself while creating a background we can only guess. I find it can be hard to reflect past mistakes with complete objectivity.

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  11. What wonderful art...a creative poem, reading/video.

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  12. We must always wonder about the might have beens and never weres... Such a fun and original presentation.

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  13. I like your video. The poem is beautiful. i like the subtle yearning in it, and the ending is wonderful.

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  14. The "last second or two"? It's the whole shebang.

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  15. This was beautiful and I could so relate to it. Sometimes the "what ifs" cloud what really is.

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  16. Wonder? No.

    But I do have nightmares. Those are enough for me, thanks!

    Blessings and Bear hugs!

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  17. "reality broke us .. tragically, painfully " - this line pulls at the heartstrings. Some can move forward, some never do. The talking cloud reminded me of a video my kids watched when they were younger. Mr. Cumulus! It's been a while since I thought of that - thanks for those memories!

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  18. There is soul searching here. And I think that is often the case – even years later – when reality intrudes and breaks apart something magical. I really liked the way, you ended the poem with a question. It is so “right” in the context of what has led up to that point. I’ve never tried that myself, but I certainly will keep it in mind, having seen it done so effectively, in this piece. Neat video - very creative!

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  19. Love the Poem the thought and the video!

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  20. If reality is kind I will watch and listen. Too harsh? Then I'll shy away into my own little world of niceties. I don't watch war movies, like to hear of mistreatment, nor listen to harsh political accusations.

    Memories can tell us the lies we like to hear, I do believe that. I guess when parting and total separation comes, it is necessary to remember the NASTY why of it all. That makes it easier to go on. I liked hearing you speaking through the clouds. I hadn't seen this before. Nicer poetry jam, Helen.
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    1. Oops, I had a stray "r" above, I meant to say 'Nice' poetry jam.
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  21. Well my dear....nothing of the congealed eggs syndrome about you...vibrant and alive and oh so clever with the Zorro eyes through the clouds....Original ,creatively mad ( my highest compliment) and very cool chick!

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  22. We always wonder... broken by reality, our judgments obscured. Rings true and very real. Well-penned.
    -HA

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  23. The eye of reflection here, looking back, looking inward, staring into the eyes of a lost one to see if any of the gleam remains. Nice.

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  24. Wow ... who doesn't contemplate relationships that over time change, morph, sometimes go astray but always haunt us. This is like a smack up side the head for all who read it, I suspect. Well done!

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  25. Over time relations take a dive, which is normal. Seen it! Nicely Helen!

    Hank

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  26. I do think so often we only remember the good times.

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  27. Wonderful post, Helen, both video and poem! I enjoyed this very much.

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