Saturday, 12 November 2016

You remember the days?

You remember the days?
When you walked in sepia streets of nostalgia,
When you rose in roses of stupor,arms and melancholia.
You remember the days?
When you woke with a head spinning in purple haze,
And evenings of fighting demons in Lucy’s daze.
You remember the days?
When the sleepless nights made us feel,
On top of the world, not under its heel.
You remember the days?
You thought you would never sleep again,
And the night when fitfully by slumber you were slain.
You remember the days ?
When eons were  as far as evening tea,
And all your sorrows drowned by the sea.
You remember the days ?
When time caught up in its cheating chariot,
And in your mind anxiety and defence did riot.
You remember the days ?
When you held all the good that came your way in arms clenched tight,
And at time’s clarion call, let go with all your might.
You remember the days ?
When the walking  in sepia streets of nostalgia,
Only gave you neuralgia.
You remember the day ?
After which you didn’t remember the days ?
Even if you remembered, you couldn’t live them, anyway.

/* RIP Leonard Cohen. I'll spend the rest of my days searching for the secret chord. */



/* There's a cover of a Rob Scallon that I think without words captures the feeling of letting go of nostalgia very well */

47 comments:

  1. This is the most touching and the most beautiful piece of writing... ever!!!❤️

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    1. Why thank you! That's such a lovely thing to say

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  2. Nostalgia (for me) is remembering the good things the good times in my life and sometimes, wishing they could return... But they can't for the world is ever changing and this not necessarily for the better.
    I really believe that (most) people were nicer kinder friendlier in the good old days, this before materialism and selfishness came to the fore.

    Ah, the good old days...

    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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    1. Yeah, the materialism and selfishness really do make it harder

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  3. Some beautiful lines here...especially love.. rose in roses of stupor,arms and melancholia. and eons were as far as evening tea..

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  4. We definitely do have reasons to look back and 'remember the days.' And yes, RIP, Leonard Cohen.

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  5. I think there comes a moment when even remembering is gone, better be grateful for nostalgia while it still last.

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    1. That must be quote a crazy state...when one doesn't even have rememberances

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  6. It is true. Life is a oneway street, even if we remember, we wouldn't be able to walk them anyway.

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  7. I love the line about holding all the good that came his way in arms clenched tight......as we do, as if it will last forever.

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    1. And hence the line about letting go when the time comes to do so

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  8. Haha yes, very clever write. My remember days are now fiction :)
    ZQ

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    1. Ha! That's an interesting thing to say

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  9. When the sleepless nights made us feel,
    On top of the world, not under its heel.

    There may be days when one expects a disaster but it turns out well. Luck plays its part in strange ways!

    Hank

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    1. Oh yeah... much more than one would give it credit

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  10. "When eons were as far as evening tea"
    Yes! I remember when "later" meant forever. And the sepia and the forgetting, oh, the narrator is recalling herself through an entire life to the point of amusement. Clever.

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    1. On point. When it a becomes an amusement!

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  11. It is curious that nostalgia makes us want to go back when forward is the only way to go. It is but a reassurance that we have lived our life fully and we need not regret anything.

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  12. Nostalgia at times is beautiful-at times painful. This took me to both sides of that fence...bkm

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  13. I remember well the purple haze and Lucy's diamond daze. Or should I say dazzle.

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  14. Well done! great epithet to Leonard:
    "You remember the days ?
    When you held all the good that came your way in arms clenched tight,
    And at time’s clarion call, let go with all your might."

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  15. Memory is such a gift, isn't it? Lovely words, and we'll all remember Leonard, until we can't any more..

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  16. great build up your last line proved to be a powerhouse

    much love...

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  17. purple haze and Lucy in the sky..ah, that's not too sepia, is it? anyways, those days were a much gentler and simpler time.
    that's you on the guitar in the video? :)

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  18. Those were the days, my friend. I chuckled when you threw "neuralgia"in there.

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  19. Somehow we paint those memories in shades of pink that they never had. Nice place to visit but not to live. Really nice poem and great lines therein.

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  20. Enjoyed this beautiful, melancholy walk through the days -- a fitting tribute. I'll be searching for that pure, melodic line - that chord that strikes the perfect tone as well. Also enjoyed the guitar solo, it does fit the mood.

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  21. The thing about secret chords is.... they are secret. Good luck! :)

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  22. I dread the day when I can no longer remember and nobody cares. I am dealing with my mother and her Alzheimer's and this hit home.

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    1. Illness has a way of revealing things about ourselves

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  23. ...after which you didn't. Cherish the now and don't wait for tomorrow to live.

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  24. I don't actually remember the days. I know many people use music as markers for the past but I never have. I didn't realize until I read your poem that I might be unusual.

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    1. Maybe you're living in the present

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  25. Some days I remember, some days I don't or try to forget ~ A good tribute to Cohen's death ~ THanks for joining us at D'verse ~

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  26. The days of my past are so littered with pain...harsh teaching of who I didn't want to be.

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    1. Yes I know what you mean... it's all a learning experience

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  27. Bitter sweet days...............to remember

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