Quiet time on Saturday... here as raindrops flow
Peace that is a rarity for me ....even though
Diana Krull belts out as if she's singing near
"Cry Me A River" as she overflows right here
It's funny how you're happy til music traps your style
Then you drift to older days...as far back as the child
The first love or loss, the broken toy and things
The ones you held very dear still animates your dreams
Then when the music drifts from childhood times to love
The sorrow wells along each note and chokes you with it's shove
"Besame' Mucho" makes silence come the more
Although the hollowness resounds
... "it's you I do adore"
All the vows come back to haunt ... start the heart to burn
It overshadows misery as my insides start to churn
Taking it's rhythm from whispers on a breeze
It flies through distant vacancies dodging all the trees
The melody vibrates with each whisper from inside
Then bids the child and old love to let the dreams subside
For past memories are always there when silence brings them out
Music fans the flames of hearts, allows a second doubt
Its good to regress melodiously , its good to welcome back
The seconds that time caressed, with peacefulness and pouts
The intimate frames of life....the portraits of our souls
The good old days that came in colors and rocked our every roll.
Saturdays and music and thinking all alone
It makes a day a cinema and welcomes memories home.
~~ ~ ~::~ ~ ~~
Author : Susan K. Rowse
(c) copyright, 2004
(all rights reserved)
Susan once again you "Rowse" all my emotions! You hit
every button with this fabulous prose, this awesome
memory in future time. Can you tell I love it, mucho besame!;-)
Susan
Very sweet and sad at the same time...a haunting mix and melody that touches your soul and heart...
Music has a life of its own...and can mean different things , at different times , to different people...LOl
Peter
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on August 18, 2004
I just listened to her singing Crazy.
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on August 18, 2004
Susan, they do say music soothes the soul, and I definitely agree! I loved how this piece danced its way down the page to the sacred sanctuary of no better place to be “Home!” Outstanding my friend! I enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing your talent and timeless work. Take care.
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on August 18, 2004
Music not only brings back memories (both happy and painful)
to me, but has been most instrumental in creating new ones.
I cannot visualize a life without music.
What a splendid way you connected music and memories, Susan!
Enjoyed reading this Susan...been singing old songs the whole day long with the kids...me playing ghitaar and we just had a real good time in a long-long time!!
Music fans the flames of hearts, allows a second doubt
Its good to regress melodiously , its good to welcome back
The seconds that time caressed, with peacefulness and pouts
The intimate frames of life....the portraits of our souls
The good old days that came in colors and rocked our every roll.
Saturdays and music and thinking all alone
It makes a day a cinema and welcomes memories home.
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
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every button with this fabulous prose, this awesome
memory in future time. Can you tell I love it, mucho besame!;-)
exceptional write and LOVE the pic! you rock!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Love the artwork & the prose - flows beautifully!
Robert
Very sweet and sad at the same time...a haunting mix and melody that touches your soul and heart...
Music has a life of its own...and can mean different things , at different times , to different people...LOl
Peter
to me, but has been most instrumental in creating new ones.
I cannot visualize a life without music.
What a splendid way you connected music and memories, Susan!
Love Tinka
Music fans the flames of hearts, allows a second doubt
Its good to regress melodiously , its good to welcome back
The seconds that time caressed, with peacefulness and pouts
The intimate frames of life....the portraits of our souls
The good old days that came in colors and rocked our every roll.
Saturdays and music and thinking all alone
It makes a day a cinema and welcomes memories home.
loved it!!!!!!
I enjoyed every word of this. It was as though I could hear the memories!
Lisa