Welcome to another Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Ahhhhh, flashback thy name is “70’s” Here a bit of nostalgia from the greatest decade … like EVER dude. Originally posted September 9, 2018 for Song Lyric Sunday prompt of “Picture/photograph.”
IF — Bread
The quintessential love song, so much meaning, exquisite melody and rich vocals. David Gates was once quoted as saying it was the best song he had ever written. To me “If” and Bread in an esoteric kind of way was the very soul of the 70’s. Underneath it all, it was an era of love and beauty.
If a picture paints a thousand words Then why can’t I paint you? The words will never show The you I’ve come to know
If a face could launch a thousand ships Then where am I to go? There’s no one home but you You’re all that’s left me too And when my love for life is running dry You come and pour yourself on me
If a man could be two places at one time I’d be with you Tomorrow and today Beside you all the way
If the world should stop revolving Spinning slowly down to die I’d spend the end with you And when the world was through Then one by one the stars would all go out Then you and I would simply fly away
Songwriter: David Gates
lyrics courtesy of my memory, any discrepancies or variations from fact should be viewed as all natural by-products of having actually lived through the 70’s. 😉
All that happened was in the past. So long ago, there was no way to change anything. Naught to do but watch the rain fall on the tiny grave. The landscape was dim, lit only by the flames from the pyres for the dead. The sky roiled sullen scarlet orange, it was medieval. A shiver ran up her spine.
They had won the battle, but they had lost so much. Star had lost her way, lost herself. She scarcely recognized her reflection anymore. She had been forged in the furnace of battle, hammered on the anvil of loss and honed into a fine weapon by tactics and strategy. Her self remained no more, replaced by the soldier who was a stranger in her own body. And suddenly she understood the prophet’s words, “you will love again the stranger who was your self.” But how?
Signal, channel, simple, trauma, fine, smug, limit, rock, sage, claw, charm, run
Time to Run
The signal came over the radio channel, it’s meaning clear to those who knew. Their resources had been stretched to the limit but the make-shift trauma unit been their home base for several months. A simple burst of static had changed all that. Persephone and the other dragons had dug through the fine rock of the cave opening to reveal the large inner cave.
Persephone shook her great head, they had become so smug, thinking themselves safe within their hide when the company’s Sage had cast her concealment charm. But now it was over. Now they must run. Run back to the war, to fight with fang and claw, against sword and pistol. Persephone stopped her musing as Marxine, her human rider, checked her fighting harness as she settled behind Persephone’s dorsal ridge. She raised her sword giving a battle cry, Persephone roared out her answering challenge and with the beat of her powerful wings, they were aloft.
Solanj sized up the path, deserted even at mid-day, this would do nicely. A lovely place for a gentleman to take a lady for a moonlight stroll. The symmetrical trees and shrubs concealed many a covert alcove where lovers would be safe from prying eyes. A perfect place for the garroting of an evil aristocrat. Solanj fingered the gold ring on her hand, it’s cabochon stone concealing a poison dart. Her bracelet of lavender silk cord braided with strong silver wire currently wrapped around her dainty wrist, unrolled into an effective garrote. Solanj, the most feared assassin of her age, never concealed a weapon. After all who would presume to question a lady’s jewelry.
For Fandango’s flashback friday. This was originally written for dVerse Poetics on March 25, 2020 at the beginning of lockdowns and other inanities that have become part of our global “new normal.” The prompt was to contemplate what we have gained through personal (or global) crisis. What I gained from this most recent global crisis was the steadfast realization that I am far stronger than I ever realized.
Like the Moon I Rise
Like the moon, I rise from the darkness to brighten the very sky like the moon, I rise
Like the Phoenix, I rise from fire and ash I spread my wings and fly like the Phoenix, I rise
Sorrow cannot keep me down when in pools of darkness I fear to drown like the sun, I rise
every day, warm or cold every night brings good-bye but, every morning, like the sun I rise