Someone strums a guitar across on the other side
Silvery chords of a gibson’s voice ring with laughter
the song is an echo of the days of yesteryear
"In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand"
..."goin’ where them chilly winds don’t blow"
…so "gentle on my mind"
light from a distant campfire dancing on the ripples
somehow seems to flounder and drown before reaching me
I know their faces well they are faces of my friends
She died from love of alcohol and hate of herself
Taking away the harmony from those old folksongs
part of him died too but the old guitar remembers
When his palsied fingers find those familiar chords
the words come back to him from evenings on the lake
I wonder if he still hears her two~part harmony
Author notes
Three lines in quotes are from Gordon Lightfoot lyrics, Bob Dylan lyrics and Glen Campbell lyrics. I am not sure if they wrote these songs but I believe so...
A contest entry
- Having Coffee with a Memory by shepherd23.
300 points, ended June 5, 2008, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This was a just fabulous
piece you have written here it just resonates that deep country tone so familiar to the blues that reach so deep inside a soul for tears it has already shed where memories have never fled just grown over time with character
"light from a distant campfire dancing on the ripples
somehow seems to flounder and drown before reaching me" totally awesome metaphor and meaning, deeply heart inspired vision, very real, personal and something I see that can only come from the depths of a person with soul.
Loved this write most worth of the gold award
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Wow!
I can tell we have some memories on the same plane! Fine write & the sound of a true story in this! Sad & poignant. Erie ghostlike feel to this. Glad you won the Gold.
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Thank you for the wonderful comment. I intend to share this poem with the man that it's about the next time I am up in Tennessee. They were a beautiful young couple..newly married back in the sixties...
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Congratulations. Worthy of the gold.
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Malmadre
I wanted to visit again to tell you that I still think of this poem, It was just mesmerizing. Beautiful. I entered the contest, But I still hope you win, you deserve it. -
Wonderful
Very well done. Great expression for the theme. Best of luck in the contest.
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Another brilliant piece of writing here. I like the way you allowed the words to flow here. Carried me away with you. Reflections are really good in this. Well done indeed.
With
Dark
Love
Wayne Leon
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I Love this.
This memory is so vivid, and the way you pulled it all together is wonderful. light.....dancing on the ripples....flounder and drown, AWESOME, and how you used your love of the songs you shared, with his love, just incredible. Good luck in the contest.
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She died from love of alcohol and hate of herself - i can so relate to this line it is unreal, only hours before this present time i was lay on the couch wishing for death! and honestly thinking of ways of how to reach that objective. alcohol and hate of the self is a strong combination, but i am stong, i am a survivor so i will not give in to my dark thoughts-moods
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a beautiful expression...
such bitter sweet reflections that also pressed buttons... being a muso from way back it touched a chord inside me; especially "Silvery chords of a gibson’s voice..." because I used to own one (or it once owned me...) well written & WRITE ON! 'd'(david)
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