Sing the Old Songs/Remember
no it is never easy but through it all we hold on
our voices quake we sing old familiar songs we are joyful to meet again
another year has passed with repetition we create a pattern
drop all that we do meet again/exchange words share the news
we follow parallel paths from beginning to end a call beckons
strike the keys with your lovely fingers you say “i still love my life”
yes we are blessed we have known joy and sorrow we are not righteous
but we try to be honest about who we are where we have been
our needs are primal our work feeds the desire it lies flat on the table behind me
waiting the clock ticks /strikes the hour time slides out under the door
gives a plaintive cry stands and walks away there is only so much to give
it has nothing else when time is gone/it is gone and cannot be recovered
you sing again words to the old songs fall from your lips
it is a means of remembering things that happened along the way
you smell a scent the cologne you wore the nose remembers
you feel the texture of the cloth the roughness of your jacket your fingers remember
the words follow still singing you trill the last notes of the old songs
November 20, 2016
Note: All but one.
11 comments:
Yes. Sing the old songs. I'm ready to hear them.
I really like this part, close to the end:
"the nose remembers
you feel the texture of the cloth the roughness of your jacket your fingers remember"
Beautifully evocative write, Annell ❤️
Thank heavens, no matter what, we have our private lives, and our work. Loved this, Annell. Have been sick all week so have been quiet, we must catch up.
I still love my life sounds like a courageous and strong song to hold inside - even better shared.. Love back to you and a quiet, strong song xo
The older I get, the more old songs I know. Sometimes my life starts feeling like a radio station that no-one listens to or remembers. I really liked this poem of yours.
http://peppersfetch.blogspot.com/2016/11/what-gerry-knew.html
I think listening to the old songs brings back those beloved old memories....as we revisit who we were then...and then the other memories triggered, the cologne worn, etc. They all work together, and we remember so much that is good.
Old songs are like memories... old songs has it's own scent I think... but we each have our own don't we?
My life hangs there among the old songs. They comfort me just as you describe. Thanks for this one,
Elizabeth
I believe, one of your best pieces.
ZQ
Old songs... another year past and we are grateful to be alive. Grateful for what has been and what is still to be...bkm
we sing our old familiar songs and the tune lingers forever...beautiful Annell...
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