On this non-scheduled blog, Thursdays are quaintly for “throwbacks.” This was originally posted on February 25, 2017 and was part of Linda G. Hill’s prompts for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. I had totally forgotten this, and immediately had to put Jim Croce on the stereo on repeat. I did a quick bit of editing to the poem. If you want to see the original it is here.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “how.” Start your post with the word “How.” Bonus points if you end with it too. Enjoy!

How impossible not to linger —
To hold the wafts
To trail the nuance
Born of ether
Words echo, melodies winding
Wisping, drifting
Of photographs and memories
Making days last forever
Fleeting minutes
While the number on the matchbook
Is now old and faded
Snuffed with insufficient altitude
Oh how I loved you… then

Sometimes Linda’s prompts create little poetry blurts that are a type of stream of consciousness writing. This one blurted while I was listening to Jim Croce and hearing the lyric “Oh how I loved you then…” I’ve been listening to Croce frequently lately, and though it was quite a while ago, mourning that he was taken so young, and wondering what could have been. His lovely songs are short, and I’ve been playing them over and over…

Featured photo from IMBD. Sigh. Gone way too soon, 1973 in a plane crash.


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