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Whoever Has Ears (18b)

WHOEVER HAS EARS

Köln Concert
Over and over
With you then
Without you
Music you can rely on
Others … Not so much

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Shadorma November

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For Kim (14a)

FOR KIM

Your comments
Spread across our posts
You and I
Conversing
I come across them again
And I shed a tear

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Shadorma November

Tail End (1a)

TAIL END

Unbidden
This evanescence
Potency
Cogency
Going where morning mist goes
When the sun comes up

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Shadorma November

Birds On The Wire

BIRDS ON THE WIRE

Oh, Jenny
Recalling yet

How we’d sing it together back then
Swapping the words back and forth

… drunk …
… choir …
… tried …
… way …
… free

Leonard has passed
Me, I stagger on

Wondering
Where you are now

And even
If …

Oh, Jenny
Oh, Miss Jones

Madly In Love (Repost)

MADLY IN LOVE

Her life redrawn as a comic strip … sans comedy.
No longer that dynamic duo. Batteries flat.
Bats in the belfry, robbin’ bewildered senses blind.
And … adrift might best describe it. Hooked, blind and snookered.

…..(He is the one?)

Even lying beside her, not truly here, he lies
oceans away, behind cold fronts, lines of icy bars,
biting winds, squalls of temper, hurricanes of contempt.
Comforts herself with poetry and sweet memories

…..(He is the one!)

that turn to nightmares where he’s drowning, calling her name.
Then she is there, reviving him (mouth to mouth, of course).
Waking to find him gone she recaulks her leaky fancies,
sets her sails for yet another day tacking upwind.

…..(He is the one!)

Eschewing havens, but never her hope, she soldiers on,
soiled sails reduced to tatters, she rows from pole to pole,
trawls the seven seas. Her treasure? Nowhere to be seen.
He has unfurled his true colours: the skull and crossbones.

…..(He is the gone.)

Countdown To Gratitude

COUNTDOWN TO GRATITUDE

7 – Losing you woke me screaming
6 – The screaming subsided
5 – Took a look around
4 – Discovered I’m
3 – Even so
4 – Still here
1 – Whole
0 – Boundlessness … ness … ness …

Bruised, Bemused And Disabused – A Villanelle

BRUISED, BEMUSED AND DISABUSED

Everything around me looks so very strange
My poor heart has been through the blender
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

Bells and vows and rings to exchange
They’re playing our song: “Love Me Tender”
Everything around me looks so very strange

How sweet the fresh taste of each interchange
An angel filling life with her beauty and splendour
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

Drifted off, faded away, withdrew out of range
Whatever I did would just offend her
Everything around me looks so very strange

Now I’m a box gathering dust at the post exchange
And the Presley song is “Return To Sender”
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

A vast empty chasm, a mountain range
She’s gouged out then piled up to defend her
Everything around me looks so very strange
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change
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This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 52.

https://secretkeeper.net/2016/08/29/weekly-writing-prompt-52/

Seed Words: | OPEN | STRANGE | TASTE | FRESH | TENDER |

Stuck In The Mud

STUCK IN THE MUD

Seeking duration
We forget love transcends it
And remain mired

Five Day Song Challenge: Day Three

Audrey Dawn – The Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister suggested I address myself to meeting this challenge. Two difficulties arise: I. as long time readers will know, I have already posted a number of my favourites so they aren’t eligible; 2. I am by necessity limited to tracks which are freely available on line. In retaliation I decided not to further restrain myself to sticking solely to tracks with lyrics.

3. Tim Buckley – I Must Have Been Blind.

The lyrics can be found at http://www.metrolyrics.com/i-must-have-been-blind-lyrics-tim-buckley.html. I have always heard something a little different from “To live in her life and never trustin'” as written here. What do you think?

In Touch

IN TOUCH

Where are you?
And what’s
Happening with you?

I see your on-line site has gone now too.
While – lost but not forgotten – I remain
And would appreciate contact.

Communication after all
Is even at its best
A two way street.

While without any
Bearable life disappears.

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