UNTITLED – JUNE ’86

UNTITLED FROM 1986

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Recollections

emotive memories

lost moments – we live

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I remember when I was young

when we were children

playing – the things we did!

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School times, hard times

love times

it all comes back

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Does the sap rise?

here the lump in my throat

there the ache in my heart

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The Summer of .. .   . ..’

that cold, cold winter

my first car, what a peach

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Memories skip and dance

whimper, pall and fade

live, warm and energise

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I’m thinking of you

the things we did

Wow!

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And you know its fun

to remember

even sorrow has its end

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Shaft of reason

hand of compassion

moment of understanding

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We grope to experience

the plight of others

the memories they carry

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We fear the night dreams they know

the sad tales they could tell

we whimper at their loss

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The terror  of darkness

and agony that surrounds us

we stand aghast

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Can we lift, nurture?

then be done and do it!

more often we listen

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And we, as the tale is told wonder

till confronted by the past

we long for the future 

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Authors Note:- I found two old journals of verse that I wrote in the 1980’s during my thirties and even younger and I was struck by their freshness and minimalist naiveté.

I have enjoyed reading them, almost as though they were written by someone else. They speak of aspirations and hope which is what I believe we all need right now. There is a nice Kerouac naturalness about them too so Im going to put them here on my site for people to read and make their own mind up about them. Catalogued and Categorised – THE LOST JOURNALS 1980’s

Also, I am reminded of the great wordsmith and troubadour BOB DYLAN, a personal mentor and inspiration to me, who has said that on reading the early songs he wrote back in his twenties from albums like the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan – that he doesn’t recognise the person who wrote them anymore. Of course Dylan is in fact the supreme enigma and says a lot of stuff but then we all do, don’t we?

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freewheelin

                    my favourite album cover

About edenbray

I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
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