An Adventure

An adventure Down those subconscious, mysterious corridors, into one’s memories hoard , behind closed doors. Into a surrealistic world of undecipherable dreams, were one’s life is portrayed in reflections, it seems. We move within this world of moments, to recall moments, we pray, with pride, we did stand tall. Moments, I have to say, where we also, did fall Moments, I must say, we also lived behind a pall. One looks from within the precincts of the cranium to see, to find where one’s spirit, one’s soul did come. The subconscious ?, a puppeteer ?, pulling the strings. Creating a dance, to glide us across the floors of our past. A voice that whispers in our ears, a voice that fervently sings of all the adventures, all the experiences, with shadows doth cast moments of uncertainty, moments filled with ghosts that haunt one with memories that linger on and on, memories that taunt one with passions lost, much like that of a fading, beautiful sun set. At what cost doth one face impotence ? For how long must one fret ?, over memories transported from our past, incorporated into our living days. Memories of times which will never again see the light of day, only in dreams. B. J. “A ” 2 October 21st, 2017

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 10/25/2017 12:51:00 PM

Based on this splendid write I would say your passion is very much intact.

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 10/25/2017 2:25:00 PM

Good morning Richard : It has been awhile ???, I do believe you have commented on my stuff before. I do thank you for stopping by Richard, and for “ Based on this splendid write I would say your passion is very much intact. ” your glowing comments. Thank you for the information “ we would be notified when someone responded to our reply. Sadly that is no longer the case. ” Richard, regarding how the system is working, although I have my doubts as to it being the reason for what has you joining in on the conversation . I seem to recollect ???, {{ not sure !!! having a faulty recall mechanism }} that you and I have had communicative exchanges before. If I am correct, this exchange will certainly prove, one way or the other, if your enlightenment or my belief is correct. I truly do appreciate Patricia’s, continued comments on my stuff and her persistent interest in my stuff .

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 10/25/2017 2:24:00 PM

With no rest for a wicked senior, an indigent, disabled, indebted Director of !!! I have been preparing legal documents, evidence and exhibits for our battle with BC Registry Services, preparing documents for TCCTV’s Board meeting, regarding the inappropriate behavior of our treasurer. Now I must prepare for our Minnekahada, AGM, today, an ArtsConnect’s board meeting Friday, our Tri Cities Community Television Board meeting Friday evening, set up a Society and do a shoot (( as camera man for TCCTV )) for Art Focus on Saturday etc., etc. Sorry to bore you Richard, with tales of my journey and the reasons I never get to read the poems of much greater poets than this rhymer and why there have been so little of my stuff posted on poetrysoup as of late . I took ime out to read one of your poems “ Doors ” and am able to see that we share a similar path of perception. enjoyed the piece !!! As Always, Bill .

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 10/25/2017 12:50:00 PM

in earlier days we would be notified when someone responded to our reply. Sadly that is no longer the case. As a result people don't often se how we react to their comments. I try to respond with a thanks when I read their work.

Patricia Cresswell

Date: 10/24/2017 2:33:00 PM

I am speechless because others dreams/memories are so private. Held close like a winning hand in poker. To me your poem is an invitation into your storage of all that has gone by as you offer some for others perusal and learning. Thank you. I will tred most carefully.

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 10/24/2017 4:06:00 PM

Good afternoon Patricia : I must thank you once again my Dear, for stopping by my site and for your comments. Without your input, your words, your feeling, I would not have any idea about the effect my stuff has on those {{ like you }} who do stop by . I realize that my stuff is on the personal and heavy side, but for me it is not, it is just life and the life that I have and do experience. “ I am speechless because others dreams/memories are so private. ” and so it is !!!, “ Held close like a winning hand in poker. ” but then again it is not !!!, for many dreams are seen in stories told, in plays performed, in movies upon the big and little screens, in poems produced, in novels written, in paintings hung on the walls of art galleries, museums, homes and offices. As for “ memories are so private. ” well they are !!!, and they are not !!!, for all that one has to do is go into the internet, pick up a book, a biography, an autobiography, a tabloid news- paper etc., etc .

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 10/24/2017 4:05:00 PM

“ To me your poem is an invitation into your storage of all that has gone by ” and so they are my Dear, so they are !!! In fact, in all four hundred and fifty four of them, although that may not be quite true, for I think that I have composed a couple that were light and fluffy. “ To me your poem is an invitation into your storage of all that has gone by ”, yes Patricia, but this does not only apply to my stuff, it is also on some {{ 24,800 }} pages, in {{ 102 }} volumes of my Family History books, books that begin in four hundred AD. Added to the forgoing numbers, are some {{ 39,000 }} photographs, about {{ 20,000 + }} on facebook beginning in the late eighteen hundreds and there you have it my Dear, the unfettered story of my life upon this plane, the proverbial , ‘ my life is an open book ’ .

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 10/24/2017 4:04:00 PM

I would like to think “ you offer some for others perusal and learning. ” so Patricia. No need for a “ Thank you. ” for I truly have done nothing, except to put words that come to me, from where ??? I know not ???, to paper and then they are given wing, gone, never seen again except brought to my consciousness by a few like you. “ from where ??? I know not ???, ” although my cousin, four generations removed, was Canada’s most famous poetess.

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 10/24/2017 4:03:00 PM

As for “ I will tred most carefully. ” no need my Dear, for I do not !!!, and expect not. As Secretary for our Society, in my dealing with the inappropriate behavior of our President, I tread heavily, candidly and directly to the point . Anyway Patricia, I did state in a previous reply to your comments that I would no longer inundate you with my lengthy discourse on your comments, because it appears, obvious to me, that you are not receiving them. So if this or the others have gotten through please forgive me for whatever prevents an acknowledgement or reply . Gratefully Yours As Always Bill .