My mind wanders back to the past
When there was nothing else to do
But sit and watch the TV set
Complaining there was nothing new
But reruns playing up and down
Yet we would watch them anyway,
Companions in the silent night
With nothing more we had to say.
When we were done, we’d kiss goodnight,
Sifting memories in our bed;
Now reruns of my life with you
Play silently deep in my head.
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Sounds a very familiar story
I know…it’s hard to stop our minds from replaying the past.
My past is starting to fade, it will never go away altogether but just get easier to deal with. What I want to try and do now is improve my speech so I can give more readings. I don’t know if it will ever happen but it is my goal now after the weekend. Then the past will well and truly be behindme
Where it belongs…far enough to look at through binoculars but not close enough to come grab and suck you in. Improving your speech is a wonderful goal to have. I think it is very exciting that you will be giving more readings. It sounds like the next chapter of your writing journey. I will be hoping for any pertinent updates on your blog. 🙂
“Sifting memories in our bed” – wonderful image. Made me sad, reading this, thinking of age and death coming between lovers and couples.
Really beautiful poem x
It is a rather depressing poem. I will have to post something lighter next…how about a bear with a penchant for rabbit fur?
No, I really enjoyed it. I appreciate poems that make you think.:)
Having said that, the bear & the rabbit sounds intriguing! 😉
This is a familiar story. Technology and this forward thinking generation is good in some ways but in other ways i feel it takes away from some good old fashion family time and values. You know i love your writing. Another hit Cubby x
I don’t know if watching TV counts as good family time/values for other people, but it sure does for me. Glad you liked it. 🙂
Well as a kid there was Live at the Palladium and other shows we would all sit round and watch as a family we would laugh and chat about the acts, so i kind of do see that as good family time and nice memories
Yeah, there was quality TV programming back then. Not sure about the shows on TV these days though.
There are certainly not as many that the whole family can watch together. Its like all sitting round the table for dinner and discussing your day. That happens in few households these days too
I want to cry now.:( Melancholy and lonely. A combination for me that induces tears. Lovely poem, though. Just so sad.x
That’s why you were supposed to read “A Rare Bear” after this one. 😦
What you need is a memory like mine. Buggered.
My memory is very random. I’ll remember, for example, that you used to have a green fruit covering your face. Now what that fruit was, however, I am not entirely sure, but I want to say banana.
No, the banana’s my nose.
Great poem. I will be thinking about it all day.
enjoyed 🙂
Toot!
There are channels on t.v. now that play only the old shows, like “I Love Lucy,” “Mash,” “Bonanza,” etc. The thought as I watch them is that “they just don’t make them like that anymore.” Yes, I play the “reruns” of years past, which I know would be more poignant if my husband were no longer with me, but I also appreciate the “new show” of today. There’s still a warm lap if I need comforting, a tight squeeze to welcome me. I am so very lucky.
I don’t think I have those channels, or maybe I just haven’t found them yet. I tend to get easily confused when navigating the guide, but I will try to do a thorough check. Reruns are always nicer shared and watched together than by oneself.
😦 this shows your talent, i just read something about a bear with hare underwear, then this…so much range in your writing…you can make us smile and laugh, then cause us to stop, think and feel sad. I really read these the wrong way round lol.
Yes, they were meant to be read the other way around. 😦
Lovely turn at the end leaves us with more to ponder.
A sad story…bookends as it were…at least it would have been better if she read her Emily Dickenson and he his Robert Frost…but the reruns we seem to like to show ourselves when the programming has gone stale is all too familiar.
I wonder what the ratio really is of female:male readers when it comes to Dickinson and Frost. You have me curious now.
Ah…that is a good question…I’ve asked that myself, as I prefer Frost to Dickinson it could be a pontentially difficult thought 😉 I just think S.&G. used if because somehow it fit well there in the song.
So sad 😦 and yet familiar…
More depressing than I had anticipated. A Rare Bear was written to counteract the depressing effects of this poem…which doesn’t work if you read that one first and then this one.