Anyone who experienced abuse, neglect, alienation, etc., as a child…always had a ‘go to song’. A song that could be played over and over and over again….in order to emphasize our feeling of being distended by society. Of course, I am old enough to have played those ‘sad’ songs on 8 track cassette, cassettes and DVD’s.
So much so were these despondent lyrics played that the flexible strand known as ‘tape’ would rip and tear and therefore, no longer usable. The same could be said for video cassettes…but that is a subject for another time.
And, of course, there was always a go to song for the ‘happy’ times…but that too is a subject for another time.
Currently because I am going through a ‘difficult’, reflective time…we need to focus on ‘sadness’.
I think of all the friends I’ve known
But when I dial the telephone
If you are currently wanting to lick your wounds and cover yourself in sadness…You are welcome!
An acoustic feeling surrounded by a choir of craft’s people…touting their wares.
An accompaniment of black as, ice, scenic byways.
All the seasons we should have sung about…but never did.
These songs of yesterday…independent and playing by the river.
These songs of yesterday…are taken day by day.
I know that after forty years, Toni Tennille and Daryl Dragon, divorced. However, even on his deathbed, Tennille was the caretaker. The Captain and Tennille, for many of us…showed the ‘functional’ side of marriage.
Daryl Dragon dies of renal failure at the age of 76.
Where the light and dark meet…
a hidden trail.
And, it is there, I believe I am free.
My notions and ideals enhance under the ambiance of flowing greenery.
Life is embellished in…sights unseen.
But of course, I am not a consultant to nature.
An adviser to the woods, I will never be.
Still for a fleeting moment…I am free.