Riding down the road
burning precious petroleum
and listening to thirty-five year old rock songs,
realizing that in all those years
nothing really has changed-
I find myself indulging in memories
of things that never happened.
Inspired by my white boy Motown dreams
I can manufacture mind fabrications-
like missing old loves that in reality
treated me like trash.
I am adroit at forgetting the bad
and embellishing the good;
I fool myself so well.
So when I hear the sounds of beach music,
I think of me and my ex shagging in Myrtle Beach
and not of her joining the circus
travelling through Carolina Beach.
So I dream of things that never were
and yearn for pasts that exist only in my mind.
Sparked by music that was the soundtrack
of youthful daydreams and happier times,
I feel echoes of how I saw life
when actions had no consequences
and people I loved did no wrong.
burning precious petroleum
and listening to thirty-five year old rock songs,
realizing that in all those years
nothing really has changed-
I find myself indulging in memories
of things that never happened.
Inspired by my white boy Motown dreams
I can manufacture mind fabrications-
like missing old loves that in reality
treated me like trash.
I am adroit at forgetting the bad
and embellishing the good;
I fool myself so well.
So when I hear the sounds of beach music,
I think of me and my ex shagging in Myrtle Beach
and not of her joining the circus
travelling through Carolina Beach.
So I dream of things that never were
and yearn for pasts that exist only in my mind.
Sparked by music that was the soundtrack
of youthful daydreams and happier times,
I feel echoes of how I saw life
when actions had no consequences
and people I loved did no wrong.
Author notes
Prompt is "constant cravings"
For you Brits, perhaps I better explain that 'shagging' is a dance unique to the Carolina and Georgia beaches, performed to old Motown music. As for "joining the circus", well....that a whole 'nother poem.
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A contest entry
- Simple Free Verse Poetry by Dalaney.
900 points, ended October 2, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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what a thought provoking write...I find myself doing the same thing. But when I do, I'm reminded "that illusions are dangerous...they don't have flaws", this a piece of advise that keeps me in the now, but since you brought it up...I have taken a moment to remember all those things that I too reminisce about...I am from Detroit, which makes me one of the original white girl Motown dreamers...Great Write...I enjoyed very much.
Nevadapoet

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It's quite amazing what music can do and the memories real or fantasy that they can invoke. This is an excellent poem and thank you for the author's notes which made things a lot clearer.
All the best
Sue


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I like this a lot (especially liked the first two stanzas) and look forward to seeing how you finish this one up.
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Good...I can't wait to see which prompts you have chosen..
Love, Lane
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