Treasure Island

Valerie Dohren

(13 January 1947 / Southport)

I Knew A Song


I knew a song once,

a long time ago.

Such a lovely song -
about love, and hope, and trust.

The words echoed through my mind,

and the music,

the music captured my heart
and set me dancing with joy.

It was such a beautiful song -
about love, and hope, and trust.

Yes, I knew a song once,

but time has passed
and I no longer remember the words …

or the music.

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (7/18/2014 9:45:00 PM)

    Pregnant with a passion that ascends swiftly in tones that are both meaningful and musical then descends even more rapidly into the sea of forgetfulness that captures the theme of the poem in such a way that the reader is left wishing that the song was not forgotten. Excellently expressed my friend! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (7/18/2013 8:21:00 AM)

    When a special song we have heard or sung really touches
    our heart and mind we're reminded time to time about it. If as
    times passes we can no longer remember it then even in the
    subconscious we may have filed it back to a place that
    only a special scene or circumstance will bring it before us
    again. A beautiful write. (Report) Reply

  • Dee Corpolongo (6/3/2013 12:49:00 PM)

    Val, This is a change from what I've mostly read of yours, but still, filled with feelings that I seem to always share
    and can relate to. You are such a wonderful poetess, that it is beautiful any chosen style, and a very much loved person to top it off! ! ! {{{hugs}}} always, and thanks for sharing your talent and poems.....and you! (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (6/1/2013 11:27:00 AM)

    A song maybe we want to forget yet sadly without this song you would not have grown.Pretty special Val. Music takes so much pain away from so many. Thank You X (Report) Reply

  • Siyabonga a Nxumalo (5/31/2013 4:10:00 PM)

    wow! .. Valerie, you just reminded me of a picture of mine I found a month ago, it was taken two decades ago..
    in the picture I am with a friend or shall I say, with a person who used to be a friend... I had forgotten his name because I last saw him a couple of days after the photo was taken, I also knew a great guy.

    I love this poem.

    Siya_! ! (Report) Reply

  • Somanathan Iyer (5/31/2013 12:14:00 PM)

    Yes, the memoirs remain always afresh. Every one gets swayed by some melody without knowing lyrics or meanings. beautiful (Report) Reply

  • Om Chawla (5/25/2013 7:38:00 AM)

    As always very well written: and how truthful.
    The tide of time does dim the song of our vibrant youth and sometimes leaves us sad and melancholic as meaning of ' love and hope and trust' does not remain the same.
    But you sang, isn't that more important. (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (5/22/2013 11:08:00 AM)

    Though you no longer remember either the lyric or the music the remains of the thread of memory has evoked you write this wonderful write, Valerie! (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Di''anno (5/21/2013 5:15:00 AM)

    Ah but I bet the vibration remains. A sad poem that reminds me of untethered connections. As ever well written Val. (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (5/20/2013 7:52:00 PM)

    melancholy expressed through the indirectly, the protagonist knew a song............and now no longer he/she remembers..sad and remorse..written with flow and style.. enjoyed it fully.. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (5/20/2013 8:30:00 AM)

    The lyric we forget, but its melody lingers! You feel that your mind is now devoid of memory of that song, but quite unexpectedly, it can storm into your mind and build a dome in the air similar to the one built by Kubla Khan, reviving the symphony and song of the damsel with a dulcimer whom Coleridge had seen in a dream. Beautiful! ! (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (5/20/2013 7:52:00 AM)

    There is something sad about music we love yet forget. Love can be like that. Yet we must have hope. Lovely write Val. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/20/2013 3:27:00 AM)

    we are ever changing crushing and moving we know. love trust hope are only echos that haunts....we must thing via this poem a nice one 10.1 (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (5/20/2013 2:19:00 AM)

    So sad but there must still be music though you've forgotten the words I'm ever the optimist. Lovely write thanks for sharing BB : O) (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (5/20/2013 12:49:00 AM)

    sometimes the things that we have forgotten becomes even more memorable, , , , , , nice write (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (5/19/2013 4:59:00 PM)

    It is like a poem by this poet named Valerie Dohren
    At the time I read it it so inspired me
    It charged my life with electricity so that all I touched
    was changed.
    But time passed and I forgot the words
    Even the title alludes me
    But the lasting influence will live on forever (Report) Reply

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