Vanish

bits of song that come and go like lovers kissing in a movie back row lyrics trampling focus a hack backward in memory's free floating detachment gratifying to hum dismantling typical a melody weightless that turns pumpkins into coaches our music once a tangle of youthful drive that surged in waves teetering on vanish when songs re-configured fit a newer age with a plugged range of frequencies when shadows stand in for substance pre-occupied with its splintering

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 4/28/2024 1:27:00 PM

Brian, it is a real pleasure to read this. It's also a pleasure to take time to listen to music from earlier times in our lives. Fortunately, it's so easy to do these days. I was listening to several songs just the other day, and it does take me back in thought to things not pondered for some time.

Brian Sambourne
Date: 4/28/2024 1:38:00 PM

My appreciation, Duke, for your stop by and comment. Music of our youth has certainly long vanished, though occasionally included in a re-mix of rap or hip hop. But then so much vanishes or is transformed weekly. Be well. Brian

Constance La France

Date: 4/7/2024 3:02:00 PM

Brian, congratulations on your win in my contest with this wonderful poem, hugs

Brian Sambourne
Date: 4/7/2024 3:25:00 PM

Greetings Constance, Thank you very much for the recognition. Your contests often include such strong words as prompts. Be well. With appreciation, Brian

Gary Radice

Date: 4/6/2024 9:54:00 PM

Hi Brian. I really love this poem. Music is the nearest thing we humans have to a time machine. It transports us. You have a wonderful way of weaving your words into life's great tapestry. I saw and heard The Drifters ("Kissing On The Back Row...") and Adam And The Ants (The video for "Prince Charming") playing somewhere inside this beautifully constructed mosaic - but that's just my take and I'm a sucker for the warm glow that nostalgia brings and for the music of my youth. Cheers - Gary

Brian Sambourne
Date: 4/7/2024 3:29:00 PM

Hi Gary, Most appreciative of your stop by and detailed comments about my posting. It's most encouraging when readers find something of value in my poems. Be well + enjoy the spring. Cheers, Brian

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 4/3/2024 5:11:00 PM

your poem was deeply evocative and moving with its bit of nostalgia and its imagery. I especially liked "a melody weightless that turns pumpkins into coaches Best wishes with the contest; this is a great entry. have a wonderful evening, Sara

Brian Sambourne
Date: 4/3/2024 6:35:00 PM

Thank you Sarah, for thoughtful words of support. Nostalgia runs through many of the lines so the piece may not gleen much attention. Nevertheless, your comments are uplifting. All the best, Brian

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 4/3/2024 1:49:00 PM

Dear Brian, you eloquently capture the fleeting nature of memory and the bittersweet dance of nostalgia. The imagery of lovers kissing in a movie back row and melodies turning pumpkins into coaches is both vivid and poignant. It's a the transient beauty in life's melodies, ever evolving yet etched in our souls. Such evocative verses. Blessings, Daniel

Brian Sambourne
Date: 4/3/2024 6:30:00 PM

Hello Daniel. My appreciation for your supportive words. Yes, there is a nostalgia here for music our youth rocked to so many years ago. We still hear some grand songs today as I like Harry Styles "As It Was." But there's so much hard rap music now. I am gladdened to read your thoughts of approval on my posting. Thank you. Brian