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S E P I A
virtual, in my mind
in my
parents’ home I climb—
attic ascent,
dusk gives way to
dust airborne—
turning ‘round
where I am,
mute in thoughts—
the war,
a distant siren,
Jo Stafford singing
long ago & far away
I dreamed
a dream one day—
looking
for someone
with a ration book,
who ships out at
dawn, photo
of me in his wallet,
insulation
lays bare his bones
among the ruins—
drone of bombers,
I sink into a
leatherette—
unyielding past,
scattered
and mummified—
old binders of
brittle
DECCA 78’s—
Andrews Sisters
drinking
rum & Coca Cola—
voices, laughter,
Mom & Dad,
echos from a trunk—
were they ever
that young
like I never was?
in my
parents’ home I climb—
attic ascent,
dusk gives way to
dust airborne—
turning ‘round
where I am,
mute in thoughts—
the war,
a distant siren,
Jo Stafford singing
long ago & far away
I dreamed
a dream one day—
looking
for someone
with a ration book,
who ships out at
dawn, photo
of me in his wallet,
insulation
lays bare his bones
among the ruins—
drone of bombers,
I sink into a
leatherette—
unyielding past,
scattered
and mummified—
old binders of
brittle
DECCA 78’s—
Andrews Sisters
drinking
rum & Coca Cola—
voices, laughter,
Mom & Dad,
echos from a trunk—
were they ever
that young
like I never was?
Author's Note
Much much further back than my usual recollections could ever take me...
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Re. S E P I A
16th Jul 2018 3:31am
Thoughtful and clever, I can't believe you can be old enough to write such as this!
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Thank you, Reggie.
I’m the receptor of the ghosts of relatives that give me privilege to their visions. I am the baby of the family. As soon as I was born they were drawn to me because of this; knowing I’d be the channel, that through me they would live.
I’m the receptor of the ghosts of relatives that give me privilege to their visions. I am the baby of the family. As soon as I was born they were drawn to me because of this; knowing I’d be the channel, that through me they would live.
Re. S E P I A
16th Jul 2018 4:04am
I love this piece. It evokes such rich nemories. I could hear the planes and the big band playing. Beautiful! Brava!
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16th Jul 2018 4:20am
Thank you so much, Bob...
I wrote it before I started part 5 in the last comp, while I was in such a peaceful, tranquil place - receptor extended. I too loved it, how it ran through me - I needed that. And I wasn’t going to publish it until the other weight was lifted at last.
I wrote it before I started part 5 in the last comp, while I was in such a peaceful, tranquil place - receptor extended. I too loved it, how it ran through me - I needed that. And I wasn’t going to publish it until the other weight was lifted at last.
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Anonymous
16th Jul 2018 5:02am
This one brought me home.
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16th Jul 2018 5:12am
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Anonymous
16th Jul 2018 5:15am
truly
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Anonymous
16th Jul 2018 9:09am
This is incredibly powerful. I can relate. Even derelict jukeboxes spin memories.
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16th Jul 2018 9:31am
Thank you so much, Rob, it’s wonderful how you’re able to pick up on the power & pull on the senses.
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In my dad's home office, when I was a kid, there was a beautiful mahogany box about 2 feet square. Inside was a stereoscope, an antique device like a View Master only for single cards not the circles of photos.
It made the dual photos on each card look 3D. I used to sit on the floor for hours looking at all the cards - the Sphinx, the Pyramids, the Chicago Exposition of 1893, the coronation of Kind Edward, etc. I was immersed in this world beyond.
Your poem put me back, sitting cross-legged, on a big game hunt with Theodore Roosevelt.
What a gift you have.
tommy
It made the dual photos on each card look 3D. I used to sit on the floor for hours looking at all the cards - the Sphinx, the Pyramids, the Chicago Exposition of 1893, the coronation of Kind Edward, etc. I was immersed in this world beyond.
Your poem put me back, sitting cross-legged, on a big game hunt with Theodore Roosevelt.
What a gift you have.
tommy
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I keep seeing a young boy looking at those stereo cards, traveling to exotic places, right there in his dad’s office at home. And it’s lovely how my connection in verse with family mementos of times I know through the physical sight & touch of objects - even the smell of aged books, leather, & thick albums of photos, how you and others, are transported vicariously in similar ways. Truly a case of the power of words.
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16th Jul 2018 1:48pm
This poem resonated with me. In England, there are still remnants of World War 2: Underground shelters, bombed out churches, abandoned airfields...so I feel a close connection to this period. You captured the echoes from the past very elegantly.
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16th Jul 2018 7:36pm
Thank you so much, SK, what a pleasure to have you drop by and share the way my write has impacted you, albeit through the lingering evidence of the war in a country that lived through it right under the nightly storm of bombing raids. I hope your family and their friends were all able to make it out the other side.
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16th Jul 2018 7:44pm
My grandfather used to tell me stories about the war. He was based at an RAF camp. He said he witnessed German warplanes blowing up the airfield. I live close to Liverpool which experienced really heavy bombing during WW2...and you can still see bombed out churches & air raid shelters. Just hope it doesn't happen again.
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17th Jul 2018 1:23am
A fine look at your past. Kind of reminds me of my own. I've got a few sepia toned photos around here somewhere...
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17th Jul 2018 8:23am
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19th Jul 2018 10:04pm
loved the shape and rhythm...a snare solo...
renaissance of a period past at times helps to decipher the confusing present
fortissimo,
Jeff
renaissance of a period past at times helps to decipher the confusing present
fortissimo,
Jeff
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19th Jul 2018 11:04pm
Thank you, Jeff....
and this:
“of a period past at times helps to decipher the confusing present”
Exactly,
~Jade
and this:
“of a period past at times helps to decipher the confusing present”
Exactly,
~Jade