summer 1979 | just a poem

greetings all - since i can't blog on any topic today and find myself mute in this regard, i send instead a poem, which seems to come more easily these days and hope this will suffice for my contribution for today as i am tired and whatnot and have this to offer for the moment. Hopefully, i will be out of this writing slump in short order; i lost a greal deal in my computer crash, so this is what i have to give for the moment. This is one of my Summer poems, and on a very grey, damp and cold day such as we have here at the moment, it seemed appropriate and that it may lift the spirits a bit.

cheers and greetings to all,

sadi
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It was the summer of ‘79
And the radio played
Baker Street again and again
And our parents hosted
Those parties, to which
We remained uninvited,
Banished to the sidelines
We watched those sparkling
Society ladies all bright
In their silk Puccis while
Their husbands, all grins
as gin clinked in glasses
And summer was full on
And King Crimson told us
We were all “Outta sight”
All lit by Harvest moon
orange and bright. We were
banished to childhood, no
choice but to watch, so
we dove, casting blue-mirrored
crystals that marked
each plunge to the pool
and we broke the light-
ceilinged surface and took
to the warmth of the water
comfort from late summer
chill. Even our parents
Your father, my mother
Cast aside their past differences
Called a truce to their war
We knew later we’d hear them
As they made love to make up,
Our mother’s “Oh, Daddy”,
The slap and the tickle
That later we’d mimic and howl
with the all of it.

Article Author: Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti

Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti is a published writer in both the United States and Europe. She is widely known for her music commentary, particularly her writings about Bob Dylan about whom she runs a highly-trafficked site. …

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