Early Reels

A little clarity/background on this.

  • I am diabetic, I got the diagnosis when I was 4 years old, 1985 to be exact.
  • My dad is one of those guys who catches the room’s attention with his magnificent stories…at least in my mind they are.
  • I remember my dad taking me to an abandoned shipyard when I was young and all the shells left over brought up feelings of sadness
  • One of my happiest memories was spending a day with my wife/ then girlfriend in central park, this was the first time we told each other I Love You
  • The seat plaques are in reference to the benches in central park that bring joy and happiness when you see them. Messages such as “baby makes three,” or ” 40 years in Love,” adorn some of these benches
  • The aisles and atrium are a reference to the first movie I ever saw in the theater. Transformers the Movie. It was amazing as a kid.
  • These were some moments I recalled that were really special to me, even the negatives have shaped me into who I am today.

Early Reels…

Speak not of whispered sin,

it roots these armored chinks.

Perfection is the skin,

each layer at the brink

 

The epidermis peels,

and chamber lighting dims

Each layer fits the reel,

these long-term scripts need trim

 

The mind that suits the blade,

oh when these stratums talk

They brim with stories made,

daydreamers welcome walk.

 

The soul it flickers by,

in rich acts of the past

Dissect these memoirs, why?

I like my pondered cast

 

A scene of graveyard boats,

with steely rotting hulls

Deep heartache at the throat,

it chokes and makes us mull.

 

Papa’s fascination,

I miss that sweet old man.

His words made for nations,

though, I’m his only fan.

 

And past my memoir’s mist,

a day I shall unblock

yet snugged in sun rose kiss,

my heart adorns the shock

 

To paint an open canvas,

and help to speak my mind.

And just like driftwood, vanish,

in longing to unwind.

 

The shots they keep on rolling,

each memoir that I cut

Each one takes a toll and,

languishes in my gut

  

A bench in Central Park,

Manhattan, water-falls

One lovely message charts,

the greatest love of all

 

And passion’s mighty spring,

shall coil when it’s true

The shelter there while chatting,

is warmest when with you

 

Enjoy this rushing sea,

each day it makes me whole

How carven memories,

on seat plaques bloom the soul.

 

Childhood delusions,

some happy memories

days spent in confusion,

just learning to be me

 

In Nineteen Eighty-Five,

a happy moment plays

My infancy of life,

toward cheeks my smiles prey

 

The aisles lost direction,

the atrium’s a hush

Oak walls, introspection,

the scenery is lush

 

Glimmers of a story,

the first of memory

in view a hero’s glory,

the screen my reverie

 

My parents sitting close,

No way they gave me slack

I recall the popcorn most,

and soda with that snack.

 

That year was quite ugly,

diabetes raped my vim,

I wasn’t very comely,

my questions questioned Him.

  

This is my epidermis,

the layers of my life

Another boy imperfect,

my mind a sharpened knife.

 

These stories are my soul,

humanity enclosed

To ink a penmen’s scroll,

my entirety composed.

 

Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

9 thoughts on “Early Reels

  • June 7, 2017 at 2:42 PM
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    Paul, my fine friend, I have the pleasure to be the first to comment to Your most tender special magnificent poem, I always knew something is special about You, and today I learned what it is, and always felt that Your gentle side and high sense are always there inside You, sometimes You express them through Your words so profoundly, and sometimes You don’t need to say much to show them, as they flow softly from You, today too, I learned more behind those parts of You, thank You for sharing these personal glimpses of Your life, very much respected, deeply appreciated. GH*

    • June 10, 2017 at 7:36 AM
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      Thank you for appreciating those glimpses. Just some relevant moments in my short life so far. Thank you so much for commenting my friend.

    • June 10, 2017 at 7:36 AM
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      Thank you Phyllis for embracing my moments and commenting on them. Im glad you enjoyed this piece.

  • June 7, 2017 at 10:33 PM
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    Such heart-warming recollections and love for your father and early memories of life in all its splendor. Beautifully penned and expressed with warmth and respectful acceptance of early life and memories that stay with us forever. A lovely piece Paul, very much enjoyed.

    • June 10, 2017 at 7:38 AM
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      Thank you so much my friend. Just a small glimpse into my short life. Im glad you enjoyed this. Much appreciation.

    • June 10, 2017 at 7:39 AM
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      Thank you so much John. Im glad you enjoyed it.

  • June 13, 2017 at 5:13 AM
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    A “me” poem which bears a special mark in my soul, seeing you burst forth from inception until now. Your words bring clarity in pictures, with sensitivity abounding. A truism in the fact of you, and the writings you so prolifically provide with which to grace our world!

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