Fade in to the sunset
Hold tight to the lime light
And run away like the day we met
Wind twists through your hair
Let go of the stress tonight
I'll be waiting, come back if you dare.
Song for the day: Good Life by Audio Adrenaline
No two things go together as well as music and writing... maybe that's why we put lyrics to the sound.
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Friday, August 13, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Work in progress...
Sanguine
His cat's tail swings
Ears fall flat against his head
As soft rumble of joy fills the wing
He curls up for the night in the hospital bed
Distrubing the rest of down as it lay
The cat shuffles the sheets
As if he's the only one with any say
No matter his loyalty has earned him no treat.
Steady chirps from machinery
mingles in with the sound of breathing
The cat, Death's iconic falconry,
Lies in wait for the spirit to take its leaving.
Song of the Day: Hold On by Tom Waits
His cat's tail swings
Ears fall flat against his head
As soft rumble of joy fills the wing
He curls up for the night in the hospital bed
Distrubing the rest of down as it lay
The cat shuffles the sheets
As if he's the only one with any say
No matter his loyalty has earned him no treat.
Steady chirps from machinery
mingles in with the sound of breathing
The cat, Death's iconic falconry,
Lies in wait for the spirit to take its leaving.
Song of the Day: Hold On by Tom Waits
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Ozarks
She pauses as hair falls across her face
A shiver builds resolve in her shoulders
She's quit counting scars she's earned in this place
And let the burn marks fade as ashes smolder.
In the far corner he sits in a chair
Watching as the door swings wide
There's too much to say in the thin mountain air
But he's found silence is the best place to hide.
Suddenly, although nothing happened
She covers the mars on her arm
He grimaced at the scars her tears can't dampen
The price to pay when love comes to harm.
A shiver builds resolve in her shoulders
She's quit counting scars she's earned in this place
And let the burn marks fade as ashes smolder.
In the far corner he sits in a chair
Watching as the door swings wide
There's too much to say in the thin mountain air
But he's found silence is the best place to hide.
Suddenly, although nothing happened
She covers the mars on her arm
He grimaced at the scars her tears can't dampen
The price to pay when love comes to harm.
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Flames of Memory
A soft breeze, gentle as satin
Wafts across the path
Well beaten, smoothed over by
Clydesdales and wagon wheels.
I look back, still as marble
Remembering and forgetting
A tiny flame, barely candle bright
Burning our concrete bridge.
Song of the Day: Not What You Want by Ingram Hill
Wafts across the path
Well beaten, smoothed over by
Clydesdales and wagon wheels.
I look back, still as marble
Remembering and forgetting
A tiny flame, barely candle bright
Burning our concrete bridge.
Song of the Day: Not What You Want by Ingram Hill
Friday, December 04, 2009
Unrequited Love...
So I've mentioned my writing to a few of my friends... and I've been able to dance around really sharing much so I thought today would be a pretty fitting day to throw a few more out there, so they can tell me I'm awesome and mean it... :) I mean... they can tell me what they think... this means you...honestly.
Unlucky Fates-
We sit at mahogany tables
gods and goddesses circle above
Chilled to the core
From the wind of their golden wings.
Whispers of wit and wine settle into our ears
Entertaining thoughts of fire places and knightly battles
Too close to Olympia yet dying in Hades
We lay in the cradle of demigods
with manure in our beds.
Hello - Goodbye
The thought crosses my mind that you're gone
But you infiltrated every thing
All the little things
Highways, songs, notebooks
Your voice, your name
Just the same as the last day,
Just the same as the first day
The moment you said hello
I was looking for goodbye.
People generally find what they're looking for
So I'll give you back your blanket
And give me back my games
Give me the goodbye I've wanted and end it.
Card Exchange
It's not that we're dying...
It's that you're not trying.
The Christmas card family is
Melting in the fireplace
While he sits there watching her
Kissing the lips on a strangers face.
Desperate to hear a word from the other side of the table
As if a breath could make her a happy wife
He leaps at the sound of her breathing and if he's able
He clings to her lips as she breathes her way out of his life.
Rain in Iowa
Rain drops fall slow but steady
Wise men say they'll fall all evening
That they're falling over you already
The world cries for you leaving.
Still I hold on to your jacket
As though you'll come for it
I curl up in our bed under heavy blankets
Smother out the pain forsaking comfort.
Friends bring over coffee cake
And summer sausage casseroles to feed no one.
So with Nature, I cry tears to fill your lake
I am left to mourn now to Avalon you've gone.
Unlucky Fates-
We sit at mahogany tables
gods and goddesses circle above
Chilled to the core
From the wind of their golden wings.
Whispers of wit and wine settle into our ears
Entertaining thoughts of fire places and knightly battles
Too close to Olympia yet dying in Hades
We lay in the cradle of demigods
with manure in our beds.
Hello - Goodbye
The thought crosses my mind that you're gone
But you infiltrated every thing
All the little things
Highways, songs, notebooks
Your voice, your name
Just the same as the last day,
Just the same as the first day
The moment you said hello
I was looking for goodbye.
People generally find what they're looking for
So I'll give you back your blanket
And give me back my games
Give me the goodbye I've wanted and end it.
Card Exchange
It's not that we're dying...
It's that you're not trying.
The Christmas card family is
Melting in the fireplace
While he sits there watching her
Kissing the lips on a strangers face.
Desperate to hear a word from the other side of the table
As if a breath could make her a happy wife
He leaps at the sound of her breathing and if he's able
He clings to her lips as she breathes her way out of his life.
Rain in Iowa
Rain drops fall slow but steady
Wise men say they'll fall all evening
That they're falling over you already
The world cries for you leaving.
Still I hold on to your jacket
As though you'll come for it
I curl up in our bed under heavy blankets
Smother out the pain forsaking comfort.
Friends bring over coffee cake
And summer sausage casseroles to feed no one.
So with Nature, I cry tears to fill your lake
I am left to mourn now to Avalon you've gone.
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