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 Kathryn de Vegter
(c) copyright, 2006
The music and goodtimes we've shared with friends are burned into our minds and hearts and become the soundtrack of our lives, They comfort us in times of sorrow and wrap themselves around us when we are lost. "here as raindrops flow" Such a true and wonderful write. Pierre.
Roustabout, Girls, Girls, Girls, Rebel Without a Cause, Giant, East of Eden, Bus Stop, The Seven Year Itch...those movie soundracks and the nostalgia of cherry cokes and malteds served out of steel tumblers...Ah, Susan...memories indeed...
I love this one, Susan, brings back special times. Bring back the good ole days, when things were simpler and the living, easier.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 20, 2006
Never thought I would ever, in my lifetime, hear anyone do "Cry Me A River," as well as Julie London, but . . . This poem provided the reader a wonderful vehicle for nostalgia, using music as the medium to easily transfer our thoughts backward . . . Very good.
Special write and so real I can almost picture lazy Saturday afternoons sitting in the shade with a cold beer and an oldies station. Memories stir with this one Susan and my heart warmed up a notch. Thank you for sharing.
Susan, I can see you sitting there looking out the window at the rain...the music in the background triggering the memory rush. Every moment has a song, I hear them all the time. I especially like the way you cover the differnt genre's of music as you travel through your thoughts...the lyric reference was masterfully incorporated and offered subtle enhancement to an already great work. What is is about the rain and possibly rain's sound that serves an an appropriate background to the music and the scene? I found the rain and musically jogged moments in one of my writes... it's nice to know we dream alike. That's the beauty of poetry and expression. We all share so many similar experiences in life, and it's fascinating to see them through someone else's eyes and words.
Love,
Taylor
Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2006
~~Susan~~this poem is pure genious in my book~~
~~martin~~
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2006
Wonder if we're living in the goldern days of the future?
Rather like I hear old olk say - it was much more friendlier in the war- HUH. Go figure
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee
Love,
Taylor
~~martin~~
Rather like I hear old olk say - it was much more friendlier in the war- HUH. Go figure
Eileen
My Dad used to call them the Golden Years...
I have always loved that analogy...
Beautiful and evocative pen !
Peter