It still makes me cry
to remember
the fear of us of staying
of being bound
bleakley to soil,
tethered somewhere
where it’s greyer,
with only the bliss
of our past being left
in the river to drown.
River view with a boat Sun Piet Mondrian
To find a song to make me cry is not an easy task. Amaya wants us to write something on a song that makes us cry at dVerse and at least I remember this being something to feel sorrow (or maybe fear) about.
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‘With only the bliss of our past being left in the river to drown’- that is so poignant and beautiful.
Great lines, Björn:
‘with only the bliss
of our past being left
in the river to drown’.
Nice last three lines about the bliss of our past drowning in the river.
As others have said…those last three lines ate very powerful…”
I agree with the others—that’s a good line.
Touching poem Björn, and such a melancholy song from Bruce.
A terrific ballad; old Bruce rules. This one is not a tear jerker for me, but music, for each of us, finds its own way to our emotions.
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Hi Bjorn, I always thought that was one of Bruce’s best, very sad but a classic story song. Your poem is a perfect complement to the song, captures the mood and the yearning..JIM
Those last lines are amazing, the image is gorgeous, and Springsteen, although not my favorite, certainly takes me back to the days of my youth. Well done.
With sad harmonica reverberating in my mind (I listen to the songs first) I read your words as an echo to the ballad. I was most moved in the song when a background singer began harmonizing and then with the later heart-wrenching “Ooh’s”. So in reading your piece, you know where the harmony is? The “we.” There is a feeling that while you may have sorrow and you may have fear, but you have each other, and though doubt may be heavy at times in life, it’s never been so to make you drown.
An interesting poem and song. I had not heard that song before. It would fill one with woe and perhaps terror to remember what happened down at the river!
Bruce is a good one for twanging on gut level feelings. This is one of his best, as he not only speaks to the person but the person within the context of their world. Your poem evokes that same feeling.
I like my Springsteen pared down and bittersweet. I think you capture the sense of fear of regret.
This is so brief, yet so true to its inspiration.
The sorrow I feel.
Bruce knows about lost souls. Your words capture both the anguish and longing. (K)
only the bliss of our past……
it speaks to the Gibran quotation Amaya used in her prompt. When the bliss is deep, the contentment and the love….then the loss is deep as well….deep as a river.
with only the bliss
of our past being left
in the river to drown.
Unforgettable lines and a great singer and song.
That pic is surreal, the sadness seeps …
Riveting! Especially that last, haunting line. Excellent write, Bjorn!
That was deep.
I came up at your blog, it’s inspiring man. ❤❤
Elemental and precise poem. Bound and tethered. The bliss of the past.. it is missed, I have tried lately remembering it as I lived it then, my own little neural tesseract. Let’s me taste some of the joy among loss. Feel less tethered that way. Beautiful poem