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Breathless

"If you're feeling sad, just remember that the world is over four billion years old and yet you managed to exist at the same time as David Bowie."

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In the Apple Market
Your south London twang,
Accompanied the many undulations
Of time.

Your wild androgyny
Mirrored the mirror
Of yourself

David Bowie, name bought off the shelf.
Now, skimming  the water
Of childhood,
Like a dog shaking off rain,
Your progress accelerated through to
The changeling of the New York years.

You lit up, spot-lighted,
An iridescence of sound
Ziggy!
Your songs were the water
I needed.
Your terse verse
Spreading underground:
Watering imaginations,
Forming rainbows above.
Baker Street, during the long hot summer of 1976

We thought it would never end
But you knew differently
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

Before the silver cord was broken
Before the golden bowl crushed.

 

◄ The air that kills

No Surrender ►

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John Marks

Fri 31st Jul 2020 22:32

Thank you kindly Cathy, Stephen, Philipos, Po, Shifa.

"...what I like my music to do to me is awaken the ghosts inside of me. Not the demons, you understand, but the ghosts."

David Bowie

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 31st Jul 2020 18:01

Lovely stuff. Saw The Man Who Fell To Earth recently. A real genius.

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Thu 30th Jul 2020 05:39

Excellent poetic commentary, as always. I feel the same way about Cohen, Prince, Van Morrison, Joplin... I was thinking just today after watching a video of Aretha Franklin sing Amazing Grace, I want to write like Aretha sings. So many great musicians and poets, you are among them!

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