1987

The ChampThe Champ Posts: 4,063
edited October 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
1987

Still she sits in her plaid covered self
On the edge of grandpa’s side of the bed
Playing her favorite midday drift
Upon her once stringed acoustic friend

Sing the song old tired soul
The one that built these stone walls
Flesh and graveled tinted glass
Smeared paint of ash covered halls

Stories packed in meat boxes
Nine steps below the chicken cot
Share the years with frigid wine
Which once drank the cellar warm
Is now as empty as the house above
'I want to hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I'm very, very frightening
and I'll overdo it'
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  • chiquimonkeychiquimonkey Posts: 9,337
    quite nice champ, very visual :)
  • that is nice
    "thiers still time to escape, youve got time to escape
    thiers still time so escape,,,,
    auuuhhheehhh yaeeahh "
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    This is interesting Champ.

    What is the significance of 1987?
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  • The ChampThe Champ Posts: 4,063
    Originally posted by justam
    This is interesting Champ.

    What is the significance of 1987?


    1987 was the year my family and I left Hungary. I was seven at the time and this is my memory of my grandmother and her house. Well, the way i imagine it is now after everybody around her died and now she has no one left. I have fond memories of it, i miss playing with the chickens, as a child, and climbing atop the big wine barrels in the cellar.
    'I want to hurry home to you
    put on a slow, dumb show for you
    and crack you up
    so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
    god I'm very, very frightening
    and I'll overdo it'
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Originally posted by The Champ
    1987 was the year my family and I left Hungary. I was seven at the time and this is my memory of my grandmother and her house. Well, the way i imagine it is now after everybody around her died and now she has no one left. I have fond memories of it, i miss playing with the chickens, as a child, and climbing atop the big wine barrels in the cellar.

    I like your poem about it. :)
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  • chiquimonkeychiquimonkey Posts: 9,337
    Originally posted by The Champ
    1987 was the year my family and I left Hungary. I was seven at the time and this is my memory of my grandmother and her house. Well, the way i imagine it is now after everybody around her died and now she has no one left. I have fond memories of it, i miss playing with the chickens, as a child, and climbing atop the big wine barrels in the cellar.
    wow champ, knowing that now just enhances the poem even more. thank you for sharing it, and it's good to see you back around here dear :)
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