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Current Music:  "Indifference" - Pearl Jam


NOTE:  2014 02 15  02H00 EST  Portes St-Jean, QC -

Portes St-Jean, QC


Under the moon's crescent,

the brightness of the stars

in stark contrast with the black

of the night sky, lulled to peace,

and rid the latent ghosts' kisses.


We sat around on the grass,

being our usual eye-sore for

the upstanding citizens of our

city, but we had no care for

that, we laughed and we sang.


Even if the night air was cool,

and summer was on its way out,

guitars at hand, we'd sing Violent

Femmes' songs and others, it

made everything else disappear.


Engulfed in the innocent fun,

it'd pave the way to pleasant

distractions for ones who had

reality at their throats on a

constant basis - a sigh of relief.


Maybe words will never suffice

for a proper explanation of what

it was like for us, how these

little moments marked us so,

but those nights were truly special.


Yes, I can still see us all

there, and on nights like tonight,

I'm reminded of those years.

And then I find myself romancing

an old version of freedom ...


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Well done, thanks for sharing!

Commentally Ill
a charming description. the only thing missing would seem to be a bottle of vodka. i have one of those and no, i am not going to share.

i am happy to sing with you, though. no?

everyone refuses to let me sing these days, but i swear that it was an isolated event. i do not regularly make ears bleed.

Well done. Such moments make life worth living--and it's imperative to keep those moments (and new ones) coming.

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Kinship, belonging, understanding at probably most important of all acceptance are words that are evoked. I can think of many people, politicians, bureaucrats and the remainder of the upstanding citizens who would have done well to have stopped, reflected on and absorbed what they were witnessing. Unfortunately the warmth of human nature at its best and so clear to see is an anathema to this group. And there in lies the problem.

A beautifully crafted piece of writing juxtaposed between melancholy and the serenity of "an old version of freedom".

night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this one and I so get it: "how these little moments marked us so" but I am connected to the intention to create those moments, feed that part of me:) I love the end though:Dang! You nailed it! "And then I find myself romancing an old version of freedom..." *giggle* What is freedom? Well written and so thought provoking! T¤h¤a¤n¤k you for this reading experience, keep writing! :)

I guess there is a short time (in most lives) where the mind is enough at peace to be able to bath in the complete impact of music, before the realities strike so hard. Fine representation of what is perhaps a universal effect. Wars maybe going about, but this certain time, of opening consciousness seems to prevail. Needless to say, I was at this state of mind, by "Les Portes St. Jean", a generation preceding.
Sadly, the area is no longer what it once was... or perhaps maybe I'm no longer who I was then...

Some of the most enduring memories are of good friends sharing music, at ease with ourselves and each other, not saying much and letting the music speak for us. You've captured that perfectly.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is breathtakingly beautiful and musical so finely drawn as to be exquisite, a delicate reminisce

Elle x

Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so finely drawn, oh and beautifully musical dimensions.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A great poem , expressive , that says so much. Thank you.