The Prompt Was: "A Street Musician Plays a Song That Gives the Audience Super Powers"

on any given sidewalk

it’s any given song

the busker strums the strings

to the assembled throng

and stirs up memories

thoughts so sweet and true

just memories

stirrings sad and blue

like

love lost

such a cost

a story written true

a thing of autumn days and falling leaves

a story

of me and you

but what’s to say of memory

a strange power through and through

the funny thing about memory

it never misses a cue

Author's Note

One more for the day. One from writing group, though it seems to be going around this time of year...

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Very true! Often a song will bring back vivid memories of whom we were with when we first heard them. Nice rhyming in this one. Lydi**

[Thomas W Case]

You’ve caught memory in its sly, tireless march—tender, sharp, and unrelenting.
The streets hum with ghosts, and your words let them dance in the sunlight.

[John Sullivan]

FFS Tom, your comment is a better poem than my poem. Thanks for reading, my friend.

[Ken Simm.]

I could see this person. It was described so well and poetically.

[John Sullivan]

Thanks so much Ken. Good to hear from ya.