Do You Remember – Speakeasy #148


Do You Remember

He says he sat upon his chair,
wondering what had become of her…
no one knew her name nor home you see
no on even seemed to remember her!
She was just a passing in the wind,
something like a somber breeze,
but her face was still so clear to him…
for he had really loved her true,
and though,
no one could ever know
what happened here,
(a miracle being a special thing)
she changed the way river time did flow,
making life so subtlety different, you know,
those who were evil just disappeared…
as though they’d never even been near.
And the moon and sun eclipsed,
stars came out during the warm spring day,
and birds flew back-wards in the sky,
or so he says.
Do you remember that fantastic day?
I can assure you nor do I!
To me it’s just his fantasy
a story that he often tells
as we’re sailing on the crimson sea,
near the land of Camolee…
land of the purple skies and sable rivers
where we walk through bright blue fields
resting each night upon our beds
walking through our peaceful dreams
ne’er thinking of a faceless woman
who changed all time in just a second
one morning back in ’21.

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28 thoughts on “Do You Remember – Speakeasy #148

  1. Pingback: Bastet’s Pixelventures February 11, 2014 | We Drink Because We're Poets

  2. Good morning Bastet! This is a lovely take on the prompts and I love the photo too! This week’s speakeasy was my first big effort at photo manipulation for a poem. I’m using an android tablet and had to learn new apps – it’s been a big learning curve, especially using my finger… what a challenge!


    • Ugh…hate it when I have to use my finger, though I do so on ly net book when necessary…I’m hopping over to see what you did this morning it sounds very interesting! Thanks for droppy by 🙂


  3. Oh I just love this photo and the story is so intriguing!! I have an idea but not sure how to word it yet…but the prompt brought one story to mine…just like that…another story to sleep on…sheesh…wish we didn`t have such a time difference…I am so behind!!


    • That was a fun prompt and I used the sketchpad method…that is writing off the top of your head without any planning. Think it may be something left-over from Karouac’s days.


  4. The history major in me was trying to remember what happened in 1921, as it was a dull year in America…but then I reread the poem and realized that it could just as easily be 1321…as there is a timeless quality to it. I also second what JannaTwrites said.


  5. Beautifully done Georgia.What a fantastic woman she must have been to make such things happen-even if it was just in fantasy :-)!Loved the imagery in the lines,”land of the purple skies and sable rivers where we walk through bright blue fields.” 🙂


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