One By One

Gold cherry

By smokejack

Sat, 19 Mar 2022
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9 comments
 

I shall be staying in tonight

Even though it’s the weekend

I shall sit in silence and switch off the light

And recall all the days with my friends

The walks in the hills of North Wales

The bonfire, the beer, and the crack

The days of young love and telling tales

As I haul the memories back

I shall be staying in tonight

Looking through old photographs

Every face has a light

Ignited by the laughs

The path that shapes the past

Is a river heading to sea

Time slowly went so fast

And all that’s left is me

©JMN2022

 

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Submitted by rjnewlyn on

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Time slowly went so fast

That is a brilliant line - it's spot on! Congratulations on the well deserved golden cherries, and thank you for this poem 

 

Submitted by smokejack on

Hello 'insert' long time no speak!! Thank you so much for your kind comment it is,as always much appreciated. Hope all is well with you.

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

"Every face has a light"  One of my favourite lines amongst many in this clever piece tied up so nicely - even underlined, with the final comment. 

Well done on the golden cherries too, Smokejack!  

 

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Submitted by smokejack on

Hello Frances, your comment is much appreciated and thak you for taking time to read this piece and offer such praise!

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Reminiscing, sad, melancholic wallowing in nostalgia while life is passes by. Our generation the Rock bands of the 80s the generation before it was Rock & Roll, Yesterday wasn't as great as it seems and tomorrow might not be as bad. Do you know “Glory Days” of Bruce Springsteen? It is exactly like your own story here. But I just wonder what this “crack” is?

Like Bob Dylan said “it's not dark yet, but it's getting there”.

See you keep well! Tom Brown

 

Submitted by smokejack on

Thank you for reading and commenting on this piece.,it is much appreciated. The idea of this poem came from walking past a care home and I saw an aged man sitting at a window with a forlorn gaze!

The 'crack' is the english version of the Irish Craic meaning good times!

I have the Dylan album with Not Dark Yet song and I love the guitar in it but his words are pretty depressing and the opposite of how I was feeling when I wrote this piece. Time happens to us all and I guess we all look back at the good days!

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Yes it is very sombre Bob Dylan "Time out of mind" but brilliant as always. And thanks, I thought of "crackling" and not scking the devil's c*ck. No use everyone pretending things are ok.

See you then! Tom

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

This was wonderful. Hit close to home. Much enjoyed. 

'The path that shapes the past

Is a river heading to sea'

Favorite bit there.

Rich