That curious rhythm
Stitched us to its branchings
Caught up in its weaving
THE HARD WAY
Tried loving others
But before you knew yourself
No more than a sham
You have your keyboard with you
plus I see you brought your keys along too.
As for me: I have as you see brought my horn along.
No bass required to intervene, as agreed. Too basing.
No superfluous traps either. A binding promise.
Let’s go play the blues then. Melt into one another’s I’s
Country sounds good (when using ears rather than eyes)
while delta seems inviting also. Finger style?
I’m more than willing if that’s your choice.
Twelve bar, sixteen bar, thirty-two bar if you like.
Muddy water. Let’s dive in and search for a pearl.
Fare thee well. Forever. See you on that other shore.
IT’S NEVER TOO LATE
We’ve both made mistakes
Let’s let bygones be bygones
And make some fresh ones
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.)
WHEN IN DOUBT
Transparency indubitably ideal
Must be a both ways offering
Though … So we inch forward
Full of such lack of confidence
Guardedly trading confidences
And reactions … Testing, testing
Are you receiving me? … Over
The night sky pales around us
Chink by chink the curtains open
To reveal … only a tinted window
Opaque … and that’s all she wrote