Interesting Times

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Tue, 18 Oct 2022
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There's life rendered from happy

days engraved in music; sustaining

familiar recollections, essential as

each breath taken;

 

manifestations surface from depths

like ghostly shadows, their charm's

greater than fear...for this binding is

comfort,

 

intoxicating antiquated youth lingers

where madcap adventures drift

through those interesting times;

when I was a teenager.

 

We were like the wild woods

breathing in energy, our flexible limbs

dancing with the breeze; living for the

moment – not concerned with tomorrow,

 

freaking out at music festivals,

waist length chestnut hair swaying

like willow branches; pendulous

across our faces,

 

never resembling scarecrows

standing in fields...for we had

souls that flowered most of the

summer in expression,

 

transported by euphoric blends of

spellbinding musical sounds that

blew our minds; linking us together,

keeping our hunger satisfied and

my memories alive.

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Comments

Submitted by marandina on

You bring the memories of younger days back in a haunting way, Jenny. It's good to have fond reveries. Enjoyed your latest diary entry (I imagine?) even if I now have images of long, chestnut-coloured hair swinging away. Take care. Paul :) 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

you know one of my best friend's had the most gorgeous shiny chestnut hair down to her waist, sadly she passed away about seven years ago. I always remember us head banging to Led Zepplin's Stairway To Heaven, which was one of her favourite records. We adored music and had the same taste, going to see many live bands and attending music festivals where we would freak out...a saying we had back then for getting into the music.

I do miss her and it always puts a smile on my face when I think of her, She was a real hippy that spent holidays traveling to many foreign countries including India...she was definitely a free spirit.

The I P got me thinking about her, which was how this poem came about.

Many thanks for sharing your thoughts, and I'm so glad you enjoyed.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Jenny,

Skilful use of language in this poem: flowed like water, a never ending stream.

hilary   smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Hilary,

your comment was a pleasure to receive and was poetry itself. Words have meant a lot to me lately, and to know this poem worked for you, was a pleasure to hear.

Many thanks for reading and sharing.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Gosh Jenny, this is almost scarily intense! Music  as Life Force?

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Wow Di, what an inspiring comment. As you know I love nature and trees like you, combine that with my love for music was an important aspect in this poem. Whenever I hear a certain record I'm immediately transported back in time. It's sad that  growing old we have to say goodbye to so many friends, whether through death or moving away, but I'm so glad to have those precious memories. 

I'm glad the I P stirred me to write this poem, and I'm so grateful to you for your comment and the cherries.

Many thanks.

Jenny. smiley 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

You show clearly your enjoyment of the pleasure in youth's escapism. I suppose escapism at other ages is more private! But maybe older years bring more opportunities for different interesting times maybe not as immediately exciting, but bringing satisfaction of things accomplished and helping others in their trials. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

it was so good to write about those carefree days as a teenager, the I P gave me the chance to reflect in a poem.

Being older and wiser now, helps me to know my limitations. Life is great, but in a different way. I'm just glad to have the memories.

Thank you for reading Rhiannon and your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley 

 

Submitted by celticman on

beautiful scarecrows. we live in interesting times was meant to be a veiled insult. Not here. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

I'm a bit naive when it comes to the meaning of words. Never thought for one minute 'Interesting Times' could have a negative side. The I P resonated with me in a good way and gave me the chance to reminisce. Many thanks for reading Jack and thank you for your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by David Kirtley on

As a memory and explanation of your youth and the incredible musical and cultural renaissance of those times this is a great poem, and a great record of those times!

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for your kind words David. The music of the 60s and 70s will always live with me. I thrive on playing my old vinyl records which I collected, and many of them are rare. They bring all those fond memories flooding back.

I loved your comment about the cultural renaissance of those times. I think you absolutely summed up how I feel, which I very much appreciate.

Thank you again.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

The late 60’s and 70’s were formative years for me too.I am there with you Jenny. The music fed our souls. The days of youth were awareness personified and anything was possible, felt possible, and the music was the background to it all. Losing a friend you've shared wonderful memories with makes you introspective. Aging is not as much fun as growing, but the goden memories you've stored up can take you back to a happier time; you'll never lose your glow.smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

That's such an understanding comment Penny. Although we live in different parts of the world, I feel you have a definite comprehension of how life was back then. Those teenage years were simply the best, as Tina Turner would say. wink

I appreciate you reading and thank you so much for your lovely thoughts.

Jenny. smiley