Sail Away
Katie loved her Papa so very much
She remembers the day they went sailing
Sailing to places they'd not been before
Sail away, sail away, they sailed away
Regent's Park, whose innards were calling them
They sailed to places, never seen before
Edge of the world was just around the Horn
Katie sang, "Sale away, sale away, now"
They talked to ducks resting on the island
Papa talked the most, he knew their language
Kate laughed and sighed, would this happen again
Sailing away, where they'd not been before
Katie wondered now, cause Papa was gone
Sailed away, he couldn't come back, he left
She'd go there someday too, she'd never been
They'd sail on the clouds, sail away some more
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I'm linked with Brendan MacOdrum at his Imaginary Garden with Real Toads post, Sunday Mini-Challenge: Islands
And again with Marian, again at the Garden, here post, The Tuesday Platform
- Brendan's theme prompt was "Islands"
- Marian's was open forum but she reminded the writers of the very recent death of David Bowie. I chose Bowie's song, "Slip Away" for my inspiration. I wrote it pretty quickly so please pardon me if I sounded too much like I only changed his words a little and wrote it down.
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- I promise it was not an adaptation, but what came to my mind after hearing and reading the words he sang. His character had played with his Uncle but in the end he was only remembering those times with his uncle. Right away I was reminded of the time KP (my young granddaughter)(link) and I had rented a paddle boat and went as far as we could go around Regents' Park Lake in London. I won't forget it, I hope she doesn't.- Writing this made me sad. Even though I see KP now almost every day there will be a time when I will be gone. I hope we get together again one day when we both have sailed away for good. And where we will be we can sail again, some more, this time perhaps in the clouds where we hadn't been.
- My favorite David Bowie song iss "Ch, ch, Changes". What is yours?
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The lyrics, "Slip Away"
Oogie waits for just another day
Drags his bones to see the Yankees play
Bones boy talks and flickers gray
Oh, they slip away
Drags his bones to see the Yankees play
Bones boy talks and flickers gray
Oh, they slip away
Once a time they nearly might have been
Bones and Oogie on a silver screen
No one knew what they could do
Except for me and you
They slip away, they slip away
Bones and Oogie on a silver screen
No one knew what they could do
Except for me and you
They slip away, they slip away
Don't forget to keep your head warm
Twinkle, twinkle uncle Floyd
Watching all the world and war torn
How I wonder where you are?
Twinkle, twinkle uncle Floyd
Watching all the world and war torn
How I wonder where you are?
Sailing over Coney island
Twinkle, twinkle uncle Floyd
We were dumb but you were fun, boy
How I wonder where you are?
Oogie knew there's never ever time
Some of us will always stay behind
Some of us will always stay behind
Down in space it's always 1982
The joke we always knew
What's a matter with you?
C'mon, let's go slip away
Don't forget to keep your head warm
Twinkle, twinkle uncle Floyd
Watching all the world and war torn
How I wonder where you are?
Sailing over Coney islandTwinkle, twinkle uncle Floyd
Watching all the world and war torn
How I wonder where you are?
Twinkle, twinkle uncle Floyd
We were dumb but you were fun, boy
How I wonder where you are?
Read more: David Bowie - Slip Away Lyrics | MetroLyrics
No, I think this is your own poem, inspired by the Bowie song but not too derivative. I think it's full of love and sweetness, and the images come alive for me.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jim -- This poem makes me wonder, does art prepare us for loss or does loss prepare us for art? Probably both.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of the nicest tributes for Bowie I have read. You made it personal, our grief acknowledges the value of people in our own lives.
ReplyDeleteThis is perfectly melancholy and reflective, like that pool I suppose, and just as I've been feeling this week about losing David Bowie. It's really lovely, Jim. That clock just keeps on marching, marching.
ReplyDeleteSo well don with the variation of the sail.. we all have our own personal Bowie story...
ReplyDeletebonding family memories, both beautiful and metaphoric, lovely poem Jim. Thanks for dropping in to read mine
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Wonderful tribute Dr Jim! I tend to remember Bowie as one of the earliest 'gender bender' singers garbed in colorful feminine clothes complete with make-up. Had them in the early stages of his career but discarded them later.
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This is grief seen as it happens inside someone else's heart: intimate and personal, but also there to be seen. The refrain in your poem, hammers in the depth of the sorrow...
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