A poem by Meg Sorick
Presque Vu
Close your eyes and listen
An old song you used to know
A memory hovers at the edge of your mind
Soft words whispered
An evening’s secrets
Before the rain came
Smell the ozone in the air
And run for the shelter
As the downpour soaked us through
The drumming on the tin roof
Matching the beating of two hearts
Is it a memory or a remembered daydream?
A figment of the imagination
Alive only in your mind
Just out of reach, presque vu
Just a note… this poem was inspired by one I wrote when I was 17 years old. Full of angst and heavy with teenage dread, the poems I composed as a young woman are unpublishable now. But… from within, I can pull ideas and even a few lines. ~Meg
Oh I love this.
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Thank you Rita!
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Vividly sets a mood. Love it. 😊
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Thanks, Beach!
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You’re welcome. 😊
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Meg, this is lovely. You’ve beautifully captured the almost, the “Just out of reach”. “Smell the ozone in the air”, such a great line. I’m enamored with the idea of presque vu. I like when it happens, but I hardly ever know the cause, in fact in can be days before I can link a memory to it, that is if I’m lucky. Wishing you a good day, hope you’re getting a bit of a break from the cold weather. 🙂 💗
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That is my experience, too. It takes me a while to place that memory… Thank so much, Mia. Wishing you a good day, too! 🙂 ❤
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You’re welcome, Meg, and thank you! 🙂 💗
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Presque Vu is a familiar companion!
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Me too!
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Have you ever thought about taking some of these older works and reworking them. You may have some gems there.
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Yes, definitely. That’s kind of what I did with this one. The first four lines are original 😃
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Cool
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Meg, this is wonderful. Funny how much our writing changes over the years, isn’t it?
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Oh yeah! I can still ‘see’ myself in it but when you’re 16 or 17 everything is the end of the world!
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So true!
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I like it, just the way it is!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful. I love the line about the memory or the daydream. I can really relate to that.
Jayden R. Vincente
Erotic Fiction Writer
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Thank you! 🙏
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” … from within, I can pull ideas and even a few lines …” this is an excellent observation, Meg. While the words no longer satisfy, it is sometimes possible to recapture the emotion of that earlier poetry. A sense of angst and sadness often lingers and the occasional metaphor, created under that early emotional stress, can still haunt the memory, meaning it retains a power beyond its original intention, whatever that was. I find my ‘golden oldies’ still contain sparkling gems, on occasion, but I am rarely still satisfied with them. Thankfully, I have usually moved on.
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Yes, that’s it exactly. Some of these older poems trigger the memories of what I was feeling at the time. Despite their lack of maturity, the emotions are completely valid. I have more of them that I might rework into new pieces. Thank you so much, Roger!
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