Evanescent

Evanescent

A Poem by The Analog Kid

Even before I learned to love

there was

this song that tore me up

inside and out

 

then I met you

and you

did the same

thing to me

 

I listened again

and it’s meaning

rang eternally

 

longing

For

the past

 

and

 

things that don’t

last


© 2015 The Analog Kid



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"longing
For
the past

and

things that don’t
last"

This last passage is excellent. This poem has a gentle, swing-like motion in feeling - which is quite fitting to meaning. There is a melancholic dreaminess which seems to hold love and loss combined somehow, I find. It speaks of the beauty of a moment in terms of experience, but a kind of eternity in terms of existence. More than just another love poem. A charming piece of work.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Devons

2 Years Ago

Glad to see you back here, Man!
The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

Thanks, you too. I will be posting something to the group also.
Devons

2 Years Ago

Quality. Good to hear.



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This is a beautiful poem, full of emotion and a sweet sadness. The spacing is interesting and definitely adds to the overall effect of the poem. Well done!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

Thanks so much.
What a beautiful sentiment of writing, and I know just how that feels too.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

Thanks a lot for stopping by Jen!
Ice QueenJen

2 Years Ago

Your welcome, and I love that you are using grandpa for your picture!
The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

LOL...I love him. He rocks!
"longing
For
the past

and

things that don’t
last"

This last passage is excellent. This poem has a gentle, swing-like motion in feeling - which is quite fitting to meaning. There is a melancholic dreaminess which seems to hold love and loss combined somehow, I find. It speaks of the beauty of a moment in terms of experience, but a kind of eternity in terms of existence. More than just another love poem. A charming piece of work.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Devons

2 Years Ago

Glad to see you back here, Man!
The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

Thanks, you too. I will be posting something to the group also.
Devons

2 Years Ago

Quality. Good to hear.
I came back to visit, there have been so many songs but only one person at the heart of the song

hope all is well with you

Posted 2 Years Ago


The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

Thanks, E! Doing decent. Great to hear from you:)
funny how a song can spark such feeling and memories.
Sometimes you can hear it over and over, then one day you finally get it.
I think relationships are exactly like that.
You have that "A-ha" moment. For better or worse...

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think it's natural to long for things of the past when things today don't give us the pleasure or confidence we may have had before. And yet, things never last do they. As George Harrison once sang, all things must pass. Its a sad part of life.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

Thanks, Tim.
this is wonderful and so very hopeful, beauty and time may be fleeting, but well worth the momentary joy

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

Thanks, friend! Been couple months, huh?
Emily B

2 Years Ago

no worries, the word will always pull us back
The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

.................... :)

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