The less said, the better
When is that true
A restless voice
like white noise
and no one to tell the story to
What use is there
for words begging to be heard
then silenced
placed in a sealed crypt
and buried in rocky earth
Words that are felt
through the images left
by the lingering recollection
of an unforgettable dream
The silence of an embrace
that speaks forever
How do you hide
what's screaming inside
Daunting the days
spent as time wore on
wearing you down
Shout, shaking but
don't turn around
Smile then say goodbye
Sweet girl,
bitter truth
how can we know
the life inside someone's head
Who's strong enough to conquer
what's better not said
(It's bad poetry, I know, but posted not with the intention of making you cringe. It's my feeble way of expressing to a dear friend, who may or may not know how much I love her and how I hurt when she hurts. We get blocked by so many things. I wish it wasn't so difficult to communicate what really matters. As time goes on, with a little luck and a lot of inspiration, we learn how to chisel away at the boulders in the road before it's too late. She did. We all can.)
This is indeed a departure. The poetry is not at all bad. It's just a bit of a departure from Pistachios and caught me by surprise. That being said, there is a little bit of Rimbaud in all of us. This is your moment. Hopefully, your friend will come around and you'll be back to writing about Almonds and mounds of joy. A Season In Hell is better left for Eddie Wilson and Jim Morrison.
ReplyDeleteSoren Basho - Would be Author and Part-Time Philosopher
Mr. Basho :) thanks for your comments. I appreciate you and them. I am smiling and reminded of what I was told as a teen poet by the hippie dude at the record store I used to frequent. I had a bit of a crush and shared my truly awful poems with him. Filled with the corniest of symbolism like "reaching for the sky" and "living is the key that unlocks the future and sets you free" ... omg I still HAVE the poems and the comments he wrote on them! He said they reminded him of KEATS, for crying out loud! Specifically, "On Seeing The Elgin Marbles ... " What one will say to get into a 16 year old's ... mind :)
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