Song half remembered
By Noo
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In a café
On a kingfisher blue
Halcyon day
In a past
So far away
That even
The immediate
Recall of a smell
Couldn’t take him back
He heard
A song
It was mellifluous
And soporific
And slow
It meant nothing
To him
It was wistful bullshit
Up there with
Baskets of kittens
And maudlin messages
In greeting cards
He was too young
Too resilient
The song was not
For him
But for lovers
And loss
Silences
And ache
One day
After years of
Being beguiled by
Glittering pavements
In winter
And admiring
The hubris of horses
In old Clint Eastwood films
He hears the song again
And he wonders
Has he changed
Or has the song?
He thinks it’s the song
It must be
The song
In the trickery of January sunshine
On a street sharp with cold
It’s so utterly beautiful
So perfectly sad
Everything he sees
Is through the absence
Of her face
Her touch
And he wonders if she ever got old
Twenty years after hearing it first
It occurs to him
That the thing about
The song is
He finally understands it
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So many songs from the past -
So many songs from the past - songs I once hoped I'd never hear again - now resonate in all kinds of different ways. All heard, as your poem suggests, through the prism of absence. Nice work Noo!
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Spirits having flown, One Day
Spirits having flown, One Day I'll Fly Away-- songs Ionce scoffed at but no more. There are also songs you don't dare listen to again; The Only Ones, Mark Lanegan. Liked the idea of Kingfisher days.
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yeh, I guess that works, but
yeh, I guess that works, but if I ever understand ...I'm sombody else.
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This is beautiful
This is beautiful
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So true and beautifully put!
So true and beautifully put!
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Thoughtful
..liked a great deal, but would have ended on the line ' The Song'. Rest is implied, could be incorporated into the body rather than an explanation and offers a sensitive personalised 3rd party reading/reflection.(but that's just me) Good stuff.
Lena xx
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