"Hi Ho Silver Lining"

Tina you have just the right mixture of joy and sadness in this poem - it's lovely!

You made me day;-) Thanks...so much.

Tina

Love these lines, Tina:

'you are no common cowslip

nor prissy primrose, but a windflower –'

and:

'You hadn’t changed. Your floresence
lives on and on and then, as now,
you are our song.'

There's a real energy just radiating from this one. Really well done on this one ;)

Magic xxx

Glad you enjoyed this, Magic...a song from way before your time. An iconic rock song of the swinging swixties, recorded by Jeff Beck, Black Lace, and Slade, to name but a few.

Those were the days;-)

Thanks so much for your lovely comment.

Tina xxx

As insert says this has a perfect mixture of joy and sadness. I really enjoyed. It is all so beautiful. Well done of the cherry, richly deserved.

Loved this verse;
"I met you by the wayside...electric-blue;
leading the wind a merry dance –
free spirit that you are."

Beeme xx

Ah ... Jeff Beck, I remember him well. He came in for a lot of stick about this song. Not quite in the
Yardbirds spirit.

I saw him at the Hackney Empire in the 90s and he still seemed embarrassed about it. Not so much an iconic rock song as an ironic one, perhaps.

Thanks for the memory though. Reminds me of University. It was always played in the discos. Tony will know what I mean. A nice poem.

Just a small point. It's fluorescence.

Helvigo Jenkins

Thank you so very much, Beeme. I am pleased you enjoyed and picked my very favourite lines too.

Tina xx

Helvigo - songs are so evocative and your memories, more than amusing if not enlightening;-)

Interesting, your point about 'florescence'. I happened to remark to my nearest and dearest, how it differed from 'fluoresence' by indeed, just that one important letter 'u'. 'Florescence' is, and I quote our old friend The Oxford English Dictionary - Vol. 1, "The process of flowering or bursting into flower; the period of flowering".

Glad you enjoyed, and you indeed made me smile. Thank you.

Tina

Sorry, Tina.

I stand corrected. I think I must have been distracted by the line you quoted, 'I see your sun is shining'. It made me think you probably meant 'fluorescence' rather than 'florescence'.

Please forgive me for being a pedant but it's still missing a 'c'.

And it's still a nice poem.

Helvigo Jenkins

Joyous and seasonal I have anemones winking tilted blue smiles under tulip foliage at the far end of the garden :-) Thank you, a lovely evocation of youth. atb Lena xx

Thank you, Helvigo;-)

Tina

Lena - thank you for your inspired words. The windflower - truly of the anemone family. My very favourite flowers...amongst others, of course;-)

Tina xx

Hi Tina , as usual, you have composed a very enjoyable and readable poem, excellent

Hi there, Zemikael, thank you;-) Glad you enjoyed.

Tina

Hi Tina, did you have a chance to read my poems? I have so far posted 19 poems.I value your comments.

Hi again, Zemikael,

Yes, I did notice you had been busy. I have indeed already commented this morning on one of them, ie. Loneliness, and hope to get around to more of them as soon as that old devil time, permits;-)

Tina

yes the flowers Tina- florescence and windflower reminds me so of the 60s 70s when I myself was a Hippy child. Thank you for the moment of joyful reminiscence. I can understand it this way- Jeff Beck et al.

Hello there, Highhat - what a great name by the way...and very apt for this poem;-)

My thanks to you for reading. Yes - the sixties and seventies, flowers in our hair, and counting flowers on the wall, those indeed were the days. If I evoked some good memories for you, I am more than pleased. And time...where does it go?

Tina

Thanks again Tina. For writing, to let me be into this poem, you are always good at capturing a personality & a reminiscing time. Good times, your windflower sounds a litle like I used to be, perhaps if I was a hippy in the swing-swixties ;) .
I really like this part best:
brim, cocked over one eye; your face
locked in laughter as you tried, in vain,
to stop it escaping.
You hadn’t changed. Your florescence
lives on and on and then, as now,
you are our song.
“Everywhere and nowhere, baby.
That’s where you’re at...”
K xx

Kahdai - you are more than welcome;-) As I have said before, I am always happy to have you drop by in any one of my poems.

You have picked one of my favourite parts too. The swinging sixties. Yes, they were very special, to me at least.

Tina ;-x)

This has really put those songs in my head now, captures the happy, carefree sunny 60's, as I understand them, having missed out first time round, I can at least enjoy the spirit and the music of this poem.:~}

I wish I could say I wasn't old enough to have been part of the swinging sixties, but in a way, I kind of feel priviliged and all the richer for having lived through and enjoyed them. It's easy to look back with rose coloured spectacles as one gets on in life, but they really did hold such magic...not least, through the fantastic music that was enjoying its hay-day then.

Glad you enoyed and that I managed to evoke just some of the magic that was the sixties.

Tina ;-)x

I am glad that someone other than me strode down Portobello Road and bought a 2nd hand red satin coat that couldn't warm a soul
pia ;-)

And how about a green, silky dress that I knew would never fit...even in my dreams?

;-)Tina

You are a very good writer, as depicted in this poem: snappy and full of zing. Richard LP

'Snappy and full of zing'! That, I really like;-)

Many thanks to you, Richard, for taking the time to read this one, and for your more than encouraging words.

Tina

What a lovely read, thankyou. You have captured the feel wonderfully :) I wish I could have been around for woodstock, I will have to be happy being a 'digital hippy'.

Hi again, Beksta and many thanks for reading;-)

Woodstock...flower power...the seventies as a whole was surely a magical era to have lived through, and I loved every second.

My children were both born in the late sixties and early seventies, and even they have happy memories of that time. It was quite magical;-)

But as you say, the second best thing is to able to at least relive some it via the internet and the media in general. By the way, I love your phrase, 'digital happy'. Maybe the title for a poem or a short story, perhaps?;-)

Have a good rest of the week, Beksta, and thank you again.

Warm regards

Tina;-)

Hello SSS

Tina,yes thank you for giving us back memories of the sixties. Now I am living them...the sixties that is! sixty seven today! hooray!

Moya

Hello again, Moya. Pleased I brought back happy memories for you, and hey...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Tina;-)

Hello Tina, after a long catch up ... I would have been in the swing sixties yet only now decide I woiuld have been a hippy I was a little too young to join in /all/ of the actoin :)

Hello, Kahdai!;-) It is so good to hear from you. I hope you are well.

Well I most certainly was a hippy...flower-power and all that. Pleased I took you back to the swinging sixties, even if you were too young to have been there originally.

Tina x

This was such a cool poem Tina,
it reminded me of the first time I went to London, I think it was about 1965, not quite sure, but I was with my parents and I begged them to take me to Carnaby Street. I just wish I'd been old enough to go on my own,

I loved all the gear so much and I remember
pinching the budgies bell out of his cage,
because I desperate to wear a bell and be like all the rest of the cool people, I loved the mini flowered dresses, I had a psychedelic mini dress in swirling colours of purple and blue, with a big round zip on the front and I wore a big floppy hat, like the one in your poem.

Thankyou for bringing back those memories Tina.

Jenny.

Hi there, Jenny...sunshine again today;-)

I'm really pleased this one brought back such good memories for you. You really did make me laugh about the budgie's bell. I used to have a budgerigar called Peter, and I would buy him all sort of toys, but he never played with them...only his bell, so it was a good job you didn't pinch his;-)

Many thanks for your lovely comment.

Tina;-)