the dangling conversation by summerfield

the dangling conversation

it's a still life water colour of a now late afternoon
as the sun shines through the curtained lace
and shadows wash the room
and we sit and drink our coffee
couched in our indifference like shells upon a shore
you can hear the ocean roar
in the dangling conversation and the superficial sighs
the borders of our lives

and you read your emily dickinson
and i my robert frost
and we note our place with book markers
that measure what we've lost
like a poem poorly written
we are verses out of rhythm
couplets out of rhyme in syncopated time
lost in the dangling conversation and the superficial sighs
are the borders of our lives

yes, we speak of things that matter with words that must be said
"can analysis be worthwhile?"
"is the theatre really dead?"
and how the room has softly faded
and i only kiss your shadow i cannot feel your hand
you're a stranger now unto me
lost in the dangling conversation
and the superficial sighs in the borders of our lives
- paul simon, composer

the first mr. summerfield and i were vacationing in a beautiful seaside town north west of the old country about 40 years ago, part of our attempt to get him off the bottle. we stayed in a beautiful little cottage which was a smaller version of a typical spanish house. the living room was facing the sea on the west and it was such a picturesque sight in the afternoon as the sun was setting. he had previously bought me a cassette tape of simon and garfunkel during one of his business trips abroad, as we were having our afternoon tea, we were sat on a two-seater facing the picture window, each of us reading a book -- he was reading john le carré and i was reading the pearl s. buck novel "the good earth", the tape was playing in the background. then the song "the dangling conversation" came on. it was the first time i ever heard the song and at the first line, i looked out and saw that the sun was just about to disappear beyond the sea's horizon. i was gazing out the picture window until the last note of the song has faded but when i turned to john, i realized he had also stopped reading and looking out and he was crying. i asked him which part of the song touched him that made him cry. he said the concept of a relationship dying made him sad. i thought it was a bit weird that he was reacting to the death of a relationship when we had just got married.

this afternoon i accidentally came across this song. i have not heard it for a long long time, certainly the last must've been before i left oman for canada. listening to the poignant lyrics and the beautiful guitar accompaniment, plus the glorious harmony of the voices of simon and garfunkel, it certainly took me back to that long ago moment. and that gave me the idea for this composite.

paul simon's poetry is exquisite and his music is beautiful. the songwriters of my era were prolific writers and poets and brilliant musicians, and it's very seldom these days that you will hear a beautiful song with beautiful lyrics. here have a listen.

for week 16 of the 52-week challenge; this week we are to tell a story using shadow. it's quite a disconnect as there was no boat in my story but it being a small seaside town, i'm sure there would've been boats on the sea that afternoon.

the sunset view was taken in 2016 when bestie and i went to boracay island during our visit to the old country; the lace curtained window was grabbed from google images, while the books were shot today. processed in PSE11 and in ribbet.
This is a lovely composite that calls for a moment of reflective calm. I have always enjoyed that song and your shared memory is very touching. You certainly have a way of bringing your readers into the room to experience the feelings of the moment!
April 15th, 2019  
I don't know this song but now I do and just love it - the words and the music. Sounds a bit like your story!
April 15th, 2019  
I love this song and this picture.
April 15th, 2019  
Paul Simon has been one of my favorite poets for a long time now. Love how you describe it and made the composite to go with it.
April 15th, 2019  
A wonderful image to match a great song, you are so creative Vikki! Fav
April 15th, 2019  
wonderful composite and story
April 15th, 2019  
So interesting
April 15th, 2019  
A wonderful image, fav
April 15th, 2019  
It really touched me. fav.
April 15th, 2019  
I realized that there is another song this reminds me of too. I love a version, by Judy Collins of “Chelsea Morning”

Woke up, it was a Chelsea Morning
And the first thing that
I saw
Was the sun through Yellow Curtains
And a rainbow on my wall
And the sun poured in like butterscotch
And stuck to all my senses
Oh, won’t you stay
We’ll put on the day
And we’ll talk in present tenses
April 15th, 2019  
April 15th, 2019  
Beautifully done Vikki and such a touching story. You have a wonderful way with words 😊
April 15th, 2019  
So pretty!
April 15th, 2019  
Beautiful all the way around!
April 15th, 2019  
FAV for the insight and emotion. Impressive composite that depicts the song AND your story so very well!
April 16th, 2019  
Paul Simon and Art Garfunkle are from "back in my days" as my DH used to say. They penned and sang wonderful and eclectic music together and separately.

The composite is wonderful. It goes very well with these lyrics.
April 16th, 2019  
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