You need anger
to have passion
Lonely company
as is the fashion
You need volcanoes
to birth a paradise
You need an earthquake
Mountain of size
A raging fire
In the forest
Will grow a flower
Of sweet newness
this collusion of silence
of hipster reading
still is seeing
always seeing
There was the old man
Silver hair
Worse for ware
He was nameless
But no less
Than I
There was mr pervis
In the backyard
Heart in hand
Kindness never forgot him
Hilly bear
Played quiet guitar
Stop and stare
Beneath the noise of the bar
And he played for no one but him
Mervin was cool
I could never figure out
Left the gig in the school
From Cambridge UK
to the Bowery USA
I cant forget how he got to me
There was the boy
He was true
Too much man for himself
And we went blue
There was the tall one
He had all the answers
But he would never tell me
Did not see me
He was still my stallion
My winged night Mare
The one I could not control
and could not share
He left me without ever leaving
He loved me without ever loving
He says he still does to this day
That he is morn to play
The small trips
Down the dirt road
Paved with gold
To make me old
The long drive
Down that silly mile
I got off before I got on
In between there is my muse
The one who steps
ahead of my shadow
and knows it’s all a ruse.
3 comments:
you are a brilliant light in the world!
the very rare and few that sees the world exactly as it is and yet has the insight to see the mystical and magical in it all too.
you have loved so many some deservedly some not but the abundance of your soul seems to never run dry. even the days you curl up in fear and anxiety you still overflow with love witch makes your pain all the more poignant.
from the the one who sees you.
MrC
best comment i will ever get.
Wow, beautiful and wise poem. You are a real writer...Love you Deb! Keep up the great work.
And Chaz -- great observation! Where are you? I've been trying to reach you Chaz.
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