I’ve decided to have one of my hopelessly romantic weeks. A sentiment that bears absolutely no logical barring and results in precious scraps of paper being victimized to accommodate my scribbles !
Its sheer emotional bliss ! :)
With thoughts as random as the colors of jelly beans in jar….and purely fictional ideas reaching heights sufficient to turn jack’s magical bean stalk enviously green…
I started writing a poem about a dream I had sometime last week. Its was an interesting ( in a morbid way) dream that ended all the more interestingly ( all the more morbidly).
The poem still feels rather rough.. I’d probably revisited it at some point and see what else I can make of it…
We took a chance..
As if we knew it would be
Our last dance
Fog filled arena
Tear filled heart
Final memory to be made
Final memory to be forgotten
The melody played on
Your voice echoed thru
A thousand draggers pierced me..
The pain, excruciatingly numb
Ending before it started
Healing before it could hurt
Remaining unknown
Remaining forgotten
Its all been said
Nothing more to be done
Trigger pulled ,your last breath taken.
( picture by .Lois Greenfield )
6 comments:
i love this so so much!! it has so many layers of meaning to me.
LOVE IT!!!
Really ??
based on the oddest dream i've ever had...
Glad you like it :)
Hey.. poetry lover? : ) the shallow world needs deep people like you. : )
Thanks for droppin' by my blog. Take care, and God bless, and I'll be back here once in a while.
Lemme write one in response
Here
Us,
Being and not,
Wanting maybe needing,
Afraid,
Alone,
Maybe.
Bliss?
Risk and pain,
Hope.
Skatemusicianer : thank you ! looking forward to your visits !
Beingnothing : interesting..
This is simply beautiful!
I like it :-)
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