Day-30
NaPoWriMo-2025
It was a wedding season
Some forty five years ago
A young girl was swooning
To a happy and soft melody.
She had no idea
She was just knee high
That one song left
Footprints on her heart.
Teenage brought her home
They became her favorite band
Every song of theirs
Left an imprint on her soul.
Every scrap book of her friends
Had her penning " I have a dream"
In the favourite song slot
Memories, so sweet and tender.
Ages ago, when she became a mother
She hummed it along with the radio
Lifting her spirits to deal with everything
Life has thrown in her way.
And one day,
She opened her old diaries
Spanning decades of thoughts
Spread on its pages
There was this song
Especially, penned and marked
In beautiful handwriting
Her dreams oozed on every word.
Prompt: In his meandering poem, “Grateful Dead Tapes,” poet Ed Skoog riffs on the eponymous tapes that he’s found in a secondhand store, remembering various instances of hearing the band, both live and in recording. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that also describes different times in which you’ve heard the same band or piece of music across your lifetime.
Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2025
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