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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 |
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?
Mildewing
MILDEWING
A touch more each day
Passing moments but a dream
Too soon forgotten
Age advances – youth retreats
The green leaf wrinkles and dies
Abiding Grief
ABIDING GRIEF
Jaak Panksepp observed
Separation from mother
The worst sort of grief
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