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Old Lovers (A Four By Six)

OLD LOVERS

That curious rhythm
Stitched us to its branchings
Caught up in its weaving
Gladly surrendering

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Memory Lane

MEMORY LANE

I quite like
revisiting
ancient haunts;

lightly caressing
the memories evoked.

I learnt long ago
the foolishness
of regret,

of expectation
or disappointment.

Books Rule (A Four By Six)

BOOKS RULE

Recalling a childhood
Seeking companionship
Family or authors?
Sad to say no contest

Memoirs

MEMOIRS

A story or two
They’d tell out
These folded fingers
If gifted a fresh blush of
Lips, palate, tongue

A blessing this perhaps
Or rather more a curse
Or better still the both
A confession, an absolution
Each sat astride its mirror

Hubris swallowed, spat out
These crablike fingers
Clutching at straws
While nearby a camel
Patiently awaits a breaking

Oh, what a story
They would spill
Then two then three
Then four than five
These mottled fingers

Playing The Fool

PLAYING THE FOOL

Attraction
Then attachment
Even knowing better now
I remember it well

Five Day Song Challenge: Day Five

Audrey Dawn – The Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister suggested I address myself to meeting this challenge. Two difficulties arise: I. as long time readers will know, I have already posted a number of my favourites so they aren’t eligible; 2. I am by necessity limited to tracks which are freely available on line. In retaliation I decided not to further restrain myself to sticking solely to tracks with lyrics.

5. James Taylor – Stop Thinkin’ ‘Bout That.

The lyrics can be found at http://www.metrolyrics.com/stop-thinkin-bout-that-lyrics-james-taylor.html.

Shocks

SHOCKS

Some shocks thunderbolts
Hurled across the living room
“That’s it, I’m leaving”

Some are more subtle
Tiny changes day by day
Not even noticed

An old photograph
Depicts a startling stranger
We no longer are

Recollection

RECOLLECTION

Sketching old ruins
Applying subtle highlights
Artful mimicry

Mr Simon

MR SIMON

Slip-sliding away
Those lyrics we memorised
Winter of our days

Miss Jones

MISS JONES

We lost one another somehow, lost our way
In a trick of the light in a mist in a maze

Gasping, grasping, grappling day after day
As seconds turn into minutes, hours, days

So long, so long by some cruel fate kept apart
Yet memories glow in my mind, dear old friend

And it’s chin up, stand firm and never lose heart
For some day we’ll revel together again in the end

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