Sunday, December 5, 2010

The River
On a swift summer night Springsteen played for me and my girl
So that's what we did:
Went down to the River,
swam and laughed under a low starlight
With soft white towels we dried each other's skin
Made it to a mountaintop and waited for the safe morning sun rise
Those were so many years ago;
Now I stand by The River and sing Springsteen alone
Dry myself under a fading sunrise


Myrna R. said...

Beautifully melancholy words. Nice.

Susannah said...

That is beautiful.

I love "under a low starlight" and the first line is wonderful too.

Nice writing.

Old Ollie said...

- the Boss and a broken heart.

Kodjo Deynoo said...

this is a said poem, but a good read

Paul Andrew Russell said...

Oh for the sunshine of youth. As each year passes, I feel it fade away.

This is a lovely and honest piece of writing. It says so much so simply, like the best poetry. :-)

Bernadine said...

oh goodness, so bittersweet. Your poem pulls me in with such wonder and romance, and in the end, my heart falls, and wonders 'why'??

Wonderful poem :)

signed...bkm said...

memories are what we have as we get older, you have shared yours here...and that is a blessing for all...thank you..bkm

Jingle Poetry said...

beautiful highlight on sadness.

Mary said...

Square Corner, a bit of nostalgia here. I am a lover of Springsteen and can picture everything you are saying. Springsteen music still moves me!

Human Paradox said...

SC, this post resonates with me. Maybe the best is yet to come? For now, we're just Dancing in the Dark.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful memory, and then the poignant image of you singing Springsteen alone. "Dry myself under a fading sunrise." Wow.

Olivia said...

Very well crafted..!!
keep Writing My Dear.. :)

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Diane T said...

What an important memory!

Dan The Man said...

Wow, this is really incredibly good. From a fellow Springsteen fan, I love it. Think you captured his essence and managed to strike your own spin on it very well.