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catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the call
it came
in the middle of night
when i heard
the news
i thought i'd not
make it 'til
dawn's light
barely closed eyelids
thoughts of you
blacken my mind
my night not still
i will not last
your actions destroy
my breaking heart
violent dreams
unresolved
drifting away
anchor dragging
clutching at nothing
to stem the tide
i don't understand
perhaps
i never will
i still feel you
i don't know how
i don't understand
perhaps
i never could.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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  • Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
    I love this one! It has many open ways to interpretation, but that's what great art is all about. It touched me. Thanx!
    "To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
    'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

    --first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    "i don't understand
    perhaps
    i never could." - this statement wrapped your poem up beautifully. I could feel the internal torment. You did a good job!

    Thanks for sharing, catefrances. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Flannel ShirtFlannel Shirt Posts: 1,021
    catefrances wrote:
    the call
    it came
    in the middle of night
    when i heard
    the news
    i thought i'd not
    make it 'til
    dawn's light
    barely closed eyelids
    thoughts of you
    blacken my mind
    my night not still
    i will not last
    your actions destroy
    my breaking heart
    violent dreams
    unresolved
    drifting away
    anchor dragging
    clutching at nothing
    to stem the tide
    i don't understand
    perhaps
    i never will
    i still feel you
    i don't know how
    i don't understand
    perhaps
    i never could.
    gave me chills....thats more than I can say for a lot of PJ lyrics the first read.
    All that's sacred, comes from youth....dedications, naive and true.
  • coachchriscoachchris Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada Posts: 749
    Very well done!! Reminds me of a great Tragically Hip song....

    In the ulcerating silence
    perspective comes
    the way it always does-for it's random
    so randomly...somebody calls...
    the phone rings and it brings Niagara Falls
    and 3 o'clock in the morning
    "'You'd better be dyin'-and you were
    -So we talked about time
    and where it went,
    unremarkable events,
    and how one day took two days
    and they got spent.
    how you'd continue, carefull, in degrees
    trying to do one true beautiful thing

    and your beautiful thing
    it'd be
    a beautiful thing
    to see
    that beautiful thing
    continuing

    'I don't live there, I just commute'
    secretly cradling a joint and I might puke.
    a-fumble with the keys, under duress
    the point is, this is, practise duress
    at 3 o'clock in the morning-
    'you'd better be dying'- and you were
    -so we talked about things and where they went
    big remarkable events
    and how each day's a new day
    and they get spent
    how you'd continue, artfully, like the breeze
    trying to do one true beautiful thing

    your beautiful thing
    it'd be
    a beautiful thing
    to see
    that beautiful thing
    continuing
    your beautiful thing
    continuing

    your beautiful thing
    will be
    a beautiful thing
    to me
    a beautiful thing
    continuing
    your beautiful thing
    continuing

    Thanks so much for sharing!!!
    Adolescence in essence is all about trust.
    Leaving is for the answering machine.
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