The Summer In Siam
Remember how the stars shone
For us alone, we stole each one
Lit our dreams in coloured sleep
True until the end
Let me dream ,wake me
20 years from now
Leave autumn’s blind
Indifference for times’
Stark Trembling delirium
russet leaf and fallen gold
Let late Winter’s necessity
be the gates by the cross
Give us a final dance
For who we were
And not what we became
This aged world shaped us
Took our vibrant colour dreams
For blacks bleak crackle
To flitter us free
Like the dead leaves
Of a forgotten past
Spring may come to
The minds eye hot in Casablanca
Black and white memories
But these closed eyes under
Penny weights see only colour
Dream only of you and
the summer in Siam
18 comments:
That's a beautiful poem Peadar and I love the photos too, especially the second one. No.4's pretty good and the last one betrays your romantic nature!
Thanks Heather, glad you like them. You geting on the bus? Tis nice and warm!
So- I love the way stars can light dreams with colors! and I love the flow of it too- Thanks!
The combo of the dreamy music video and your poem ??? Pretty powerful stuff.
You skillfully present the idea that, like winter takes autumn, this "aged world" takes us. "Give us a final dance for who we were and not what we became," indeed! Your last verse is just too much...it gives the phrase "dead of winter" a whole new meaning, methinks. This is very fine work, Peadar, a rough nugget of great value!
Great poem - I like all the talk of color even when things are black & white.
Enjoyed the video too - I hadn't heard that song. Nice.
Thanks for visiting my blog. weaving has some historical aspects if you go back to the Silesian weavers. The pic captures something to think about.
I am struck by the contrast between now and then. Isn't that why we love memories? We can be who we were and not what we have become. The stars still shine in memory.
Masterful handling of parallel running times and metaphors; truly an engaging write!
great pictures - Shane MacGowan is a slightly scary bloke. His dentist is rubbish though
That poem is lovely indeed. It feels familiar, the vibrant colour dreams being taken is striking, and I like the Stark Trembling delirium, who doesn't?
I'm in agreement with the Linthead. That line.... "Give us a final dance for who we were and not what we became," .... moves me so much. It's a well-crafted poem, Peadar, and it leaves me the reader with a sense of hope even as time as done its damage. You still dream.
What I love about your poetry Peadar is that it wanders. It wanders hither and thither, picking up ideas and scattering them at random and leaving behind a lot of food for thought. Happy Christmas.
Nice pome, TFE, you've done it again. The photo with the trees in the evening is just gorgeous!
So - I've not forgotten. The 27th is my turn to uhm dive. I have Monday's challenge posted and you'll find it here http://muse-swings.blogspot.com/2010/12/poetry-bus-stops-here-rare-gift.html
A linkage in feel if not if style to the Talking Heads
Letting the days go by
There is water underground
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was.
The photos are great, especially the one with the doggie, and I like your descendant poem.
Merry Christmas to the world's greatest blogger :)
Hope you're staying warm and away from the icy slippy roads. Isn't it lovely to have the lights on everywhere? 'Tis almost the final dance of the Tiger, before the year of the Rabbit gently scampers in...
Beautiful and romantic! I like the movement in and out of color... or colour. ; ) Merry Christmas!
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