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Post by AquarianM on Oct 14, 2011 2:23:43 GMT -5
James Brown Left Town...Good gawd, Y'all, It's the Fall, Again, Another year over the event horizon, Haunting voices remind me of the past, Shattered and broken glass, The explosion-debris left just after the highest note, Youth has come and gone, All the young gods are creaking and gaining weight, Aches and wrinkles and past glory caught on Youtube, I thank the Universe for this new quantum entanglement with the past, Something we can point to as the leaves fall, As the wrinkled bark of our skin crawls, While we stare at the cold hard headstones of forgotten idols, Slow-dying white dwarfs cooling in faded space, I listen to the ghosts across the electronic spectrum, Thinking, "See how glorious we were..." AquarianM By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 10/14/2011 Cyndi Lauper - "All Through The Night": youtu.be/yW8qxUitG-Q
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Post by Ken Corbett on Nov 25, 2012 11:12:14 GMT -5
I remember feeling mellow-reflective like this when I was in my early twenties, drinking beer in the tavern, waxing ruefully over missed opportunities and fading glory. Then I snapped out of it, and vowed never again to sit and brood, sorry for myself. I've done okay, only a few relapses, and it's helped a lot.
Ken
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Post by AquarianM on Dec 3, 2012 23:54:37 GMT -5
Ken, thank you. It comes and goes, that nostalgia. I think it's part & parcel with being a poet. I know you can't live in the past, but you can can enjoy reminiscing at times.
Dan
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