Music was everything back then, wasn't it?
I remember walking into a gallery in Gastown in
Vancouver, in 1972. Elton John was on the stereo, (“Isn’t it funny, that
feeling inside?”) and I felt my youth, my freedom from an oppressive
marriage, the beauty of the song. I was twenty-seven, and my life, three
children later, was beginning all over again, on a much happier track.
Fleetwood Mac, Carly Simon, Joni Mitchell, and so many
other voices, sang to me of the journey, of all that lay ahead, of reaching out
to life and following where it led.
I experienced Woodstock only second hand, on tv. But
Joni sang it straight to my heart: “We are stardust, we are golden…….and we
have to get ourselves back to the garden.” I dreamed that dream. I felt the
stardust, and the glow of that loving future the songs promised.
We were the generation who thought we'd change the world. We tried. For a time, it was all peace and love. John Lennon's assassination dealt the death knell to our dreaming.
Crowds of shocked and weeping fans filled Central Park
in New York, waving lighted candles. John’s voice was singing: (“The dream
is over….what can I say?”)
It was over indeed. It was our world that
changed. We went back into our houses, raised our kids, worked to pay the bills. But
we will never forget those golden days lit with starshine, when hope was alive
and music was the soundtrack of our lives.
What memories do you have of that time in your life?
What songs were playing in the background? Give us a snapshot of your life back
then. Or share with us what you feel, what you remember, when you hear those songs today.
A poem for inspiration from one of our early Poets
United members, Bob Hazelton:
Roses In the Park
We gathered speechless in the growing dark
remembering the brilliance of his light
and left our rosy sorrow in the park
As one of four he made a lasting mark
which cruelly found his heart that fateful night;
we listened speechless in the growing dark
and prayed the news report was just a lark,
for who would ever… but no, it was right;
we lost our rosy visions. In that park
so named for berried plains, the truth is stark
that being human should bring great delight,
not speechless mourning in the growing dark;
commemorate the magic of his spark
and offer love to all within your sight.
The scent of rosy tributes in the park
imbue the air with their resigned remark,
imagine his disdain for this sad rite.
We gather speechless in the growing dark,
and leave our rosy visions in the park.
~ Robert Cameron Hazelton
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Please link one poem that is your response
to the material of this prompt. When you
link your poem, please visit other links, in the spirit of community.
Happy Wednesday, poets! And Happy New Year! Let's take a walk back in time today, as we leave 2023 in the dust and look forward - hopefully - to a better year ahead. Wishing you all good things as we begin another year of sharing poems.
ReplyDeleteTime waits for no one.
ReplyDeleteMy teen years were the 80's. I feel like we had lots of nonsense music. Everything was fluorescent and dumb. 😄 I had friends who wished they'd been teens in the 60's.
My kids were teens in the 80's. ABBA, Fleetwood Mack, some good tunes. I used to wake them up blasting music in the morning and singing along. Smiles.
DeleteA lovey prompt Sherry! Wishing you and all the poets a wonderful new year. I didn't know what to write about Indian music. So I wrote generally what I felt about it when we were in our youthful years.
ReplyDeleteI need to listen to more Indian music. So beautiful.
DeleteThanks for the prompt, Sherry, and especially thanks for sharing Bob Hazelton's poem! So nice to see 'old faces' in our midst again. I look forward to reading the poems this prompt inspires!
ReplyDeleteYes, I love reconnecting with the poets we have known for so long.
DeleteGreat to start the new year with a song - thank you!
ReplyDeleteJae
DeleteIt's nice to see you, Jae. Happy New Year.
DeleteI didn't have time to write a new poem and already had three poems that fit the bill. It was hard to choose, but I decided on one. I hope you like it!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure we will, Kim. So happy you stopped by.
DeleteHi everyone, happy new year! I am honored and happy that one of my poems could help with inspiration, as a lifelong guitar player music means more to me than words can say. I have been listening to the seventies channel on my radio and sometimes get swept up in the emotions of reliving early moments that mean so much. Look forward to reading and moving forward as Sherry stated, onward!
ReplyDeleteLovely to see you here, Bob, and to revisit your poem, which I remembered through all the years since I first read it. I cant think of a finer life than one that music leads one on. My dad was a musician but I never got to learn an instrument. So I sang instead.
DeleteOne of my favourite themes. Thanks for reminding me of some foundational music,
ReplyDeleteThe old tunes are golden, right, Ollie? Filled with memories. I go back even farther, including the tunes of my parents' day, which I also love.
DeleteHi Ollie - I couldn't comment n your site I love how the music is physical not just a memory - Jae
Delete"Did you exchange your walk-on part in a war for a leading role in a cage?" Sums up what happened with the baby boomers.
ReplyDeleteHa, that is a good quote. I held onto my bright-eyed optimism right up to 2016. Not sustainable after that!
DeleteAmy, your poem and the story it tells blew my doors off. Wow! The closest I ever got to the Beatles was their yellow Rolls Royce, which was in Victoria's museum for a time..........John Lennon is my fave. His music makes me cry.
ReplyDeleteI have been traveling again. So I was quite late in visiting some of our wonderful poets.
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