As a child
She watched a video
Her dad's favourite singers
Playing here

Simon and Garfunkel
(sounded more like a coffee shop than a band)
playing here
she'd seen it on a tv
in manchester
and now
like an illusion
she was here
in a flash that took twenty years
she'd arrived
and what a time it was
it was a time
a time of innocence

she still remembered the words…
(that was the curly haired one
who sung about the rabbits)

he'd gone now
(and the short one with the guitar)
now
there were a few joggers
hot-dog stands
grass
and a few kids
playing here

As a child
She never realised
Daddy came all this way
To sit in an office
In a tall tower
He was just working

Of course
Later she'd understood
But rather than loiter with the tourists at ground zero
She preferred to remember him
Here
And what a time it was

Preserve your memories ... they're all that's left you. (Paul Simon)

Great reference though I doubt New York will ever be the same.


Les

Interesting, and an excellent twist!

pam

Anon and on,

Poignant, and highly visual. I rarely take the time to comment here anymore, but this one pulled me in, demanded that I read it, and left me breathless. Thank you!

Good work here, Anon. Normally I'd say something about punctuation, but I'll leave that up to you. As Bruce said, it is poignant and well-said. Simon and Garfunkel are a great image to put in this piece, and I like the end as well. Good work.

Lady of the Night

Anon, As a big fan of S&G I must say that I liked the way you wove their lyrics into this piece. Nice job all around. jhs

Anon---I am running with the crowd on this one!! Well done...Ell

Anon, I love how broad this poem is: it covers such an expanse of time. And yet, that knowledge is a gift that is withheld until the end. The song is expertly woven throughout, and ties the pieces together wonderfully. I greatly enjoyed this piece.

seac

Yep, JHS, me too.

I put Dangling Conversations on a CD for Siren and brought it with me to Seattle. One of my favourites that one, but it never gets much play. Another favourite is Homeward Bound; a must play on the approached to Willies Puddle where my heart lies.

Oh, and Anon, might I say? "Bump"

geez, I'm almost embarassed by the praise...

I better save this one

thanks all

sigh I agree with all- beautifull writing, touching, and lyrical. Thank you for posting it!
Sarah L

bump