Clearing

by @tunecat

Skirmish: DON'T RHYME - see below (@corinnecurcio)
There is no demo for this song.

Liner Notes

Didn’t do this at the time. But then suddenly was inspired ..

Lyrics

Not clearing
Dispersing
A desk to him
A chest to her.

Not clearing
Not eradicating.
Spreading.
A little bit
In different peoples homes

The nieces
Nephews
Cousins
Friends.

The people for whom
A bit of you
Is special.

Not clearing
Not at all.

Saving
Treasuring
Reminiscing

Crockery
And closets
Tapestries
And tablets
Carvings
Cutlery

Tat and stuff
and
Bric a brac
Treasures all.
Old school blazers
Cards galore
Life events of sixty years
Signatures and sentiments of
Endless aunts long gone

Sepia photos
Relatives we’ve never met

Oh my kith and kin
From when
I had a hundred living
Close by
Now in faded albums

I too was a villager
We all were.
Living in amongst the dispersed
Remnants of
All of who we were and are
And will be.

This task I’ve been
Assigned to
Makes me see you
Be you
More.

I will reside
One day
In bits of
Stuff

Comments

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Saving Treasuring Reminiscing - this is so touching. Great skirmish.
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Ah, I feel a bit like these lyrics are in defense of nostalgia, and whether that's what you meant or not, I love it. Great final stanzas, too. <3
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Lots of great images.
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This is lovely. "I too was a villager" rings so true.
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