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I used to think that "my" decade
had already passed me by
The sixties seemed to change everything
The politics
The music
The high
I realize now that "The Summer of Love"
was just that, only a summer
An idealistic and fashionable fad
and "The Hippy", now a Halloween costume
worn by someone's Dad
You can trust me and I'm over thirty
I'm married to the "The Man"
the VW has been replaced by the Japanese Minivan
cult is the new word for commune
Where have all the flowers gone?
They are all lined up and proudly pruned
by the crosses on the Arlington lawn

------
Amy Corless


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The following comments are for "Circle Game"
by arc

Brilliant Arc!
This was brillian arc...right on! I remember the sixties very well indeed...the memory of the muddy clothes my two boys brought home from that infamous "get together" of just a few hundred thousand people that I scraped out of their backpacks and threw away still haunts me! So does the acrid odor coming from their rooms that they tried to hide by opening windows and spraying Lysol!

But most of all...I remember the sixties for the scurrolous loss of life of the "real" flowers of that generation...and it STILL haunts me!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: July 22, 2004 )

Beatrice!
Thank you very much for the amazing comment.

( Posted by: arc [Member] On: July 22, 2004 )

hippy hippy shake
Amy~

This poem has depth that would be easy to miss. Your imagery is wonderful and the whole poem is tight and masterfully crafted. This was a pleasure to read, as you are quickly becoming a writer whose work I look for daily.

Bart

( Posted by: Bartleby [Member] On: July 22, 2004 )

everyone...
you all blow me away with the comments. Thanks. Windchime...you are right about the Wall and all of the other amazing changes since the sixties. I just used to wish that I was a teen in 1968. I don't really know why. I try to live in the present now!!! Thanks again.

( Posted by: arc [Member] On: July 22, 2004 )

Wonderful piece
Very well done!! Well crafted and meaningful! Thanks for the read.

( Posted by: EverybodyElsesGirl [Member] On: July 22, 2004 )

Circle Game
Arc,
You hit the nail on the head! I actually have had trick or treaters dressed as hippies, come to think of it they were the dad's, yikes! I was born in 1968 and missed it myself, I have had friends tell me that I am turning into a hippie. Does that count? Well I just wanted to say that I absolutely loved this. I love your poetry, YOU are the one that rocks! :0)

Nae

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: July 22, 2004 )

flashback
Going back down memory lane is always hypnoptic. I love the "musings" and particular open-ended questions posed in this poem. It looks psychedelic for me.

The last three idyllic lines just encapsulate the wonders of your imageries!

( Posted by: idomis [Member] On: July 22, 2004 )

Circle Game
I was so right in saying you have a very bright future in writing, Amy! Is this one inspired by the song "Where Have All the Flowers Gone"?

Out of topic: I notice that you are like the new baby here in lit. Everybody likes you and of course your poetry. I wouldn't wonder why.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: July 23, 2004 )





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