1967 hums like a vinyl worn groove,
a year stitched in paisley, drifting into it's move,
tie-dye dreams blooming wild in summer heat,
sandals slapping freedom down every sun-washed street.
It smells of sage smoke spiraling into the sky,
a caravaning wanderers learning how to fly;
guitars ringing truths no textbooks ever knew,
voiced braided together in a rainbow heaven.
1967 is a lantern lit in dusk's soft hold,
a peace sign carved on the bark and being bold;
a constellation of minds refusing to resign;
their thoughts drifting upward like incense.
It's the river of long hair catching wind like sails,
the hush of midnight drumming in dessert trails;
love painted on faces with a expert hand.,
a promise chaos can understand.
And now 1967 rests like a faded patch on a vest,
worn smooth by time, but still beating in the chest;
a whispered rebellion that somehow survives
steady in the pulse of every life revives.
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15 responses to “1967 – a d’verse Challenge, Numbers – by Heather Mirassou”
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I love this one very much! Such a great year 67. I remember it very well. Folk Music, protests, and Simon and Garfunkel! That was the year I learned to play the guitar with a friend who is still my friend all these years later!
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You are welcome! I was in college back then! I loved the Folk Music of the day. .. Still do.
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I was born in 67 too Heather.
Really enjoyed this poem !
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It sounds a beautiful year – love the poem ❤️
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What a beautiful capture of ’67. I especially loved “sandals slapping freedom down every sun-washed street” and “guitars ringing truths no textbooks ever knew”. I was six but it still resonates. Great times.
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I started school in 1967 which meant that the long hair and wide jeans followed me, growing up…. but it’s always been nostalgia for me.
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i was born in 1967. I wish I was a young woman so I could experience the movement.
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Heather, I enjoyed your time capsule poem. I was in single digits in age at that time but feel an affectionate kinship with those times by proxy.
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:)
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Yep. Lol
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Ha Ha, no kidding!
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