Poem to let go...finally
The neighboring church bells ringing the time as it zooms
by like a new Cadillac and it seems
That "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" never
comes beyond the locust-driven
Horizon--so so full of reds and oranges and yellows that
I look into the bright abyss and I see
I see me
Though it's not who I thought I'd see or where I thought I'd be.
Birds singing silence surrounding us with surreptitiously acquired talent
And I say to me
Listen here--and I say to the birds that sing and sing
My pain that bleeds on my sleeve for you to be
Shunning and taunting as girls are wont to be.
I say to the locust-driven horizon
This isn't who I thought I'd be.
They say to me, we still love your scars
I say yes, but it's kind of sad when the prisoner behind bars is just a piano trying to be a guitar
I look at all the birds still singing, now with audible sound saying, "Stop! Stop! Stop!" and I sigh
Throwing the knife away, I hereby amend anything I've ever done with this final goodbye.
by like a new Cadillac and it seems
That "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" never
comes beyond the locust-driven
Horizon--so so full of reds and oranges and yellows that
I look into the bright abyss and I see
I see me
Though it's not who I thought I'd see or where I thought I'd be.
Birds singing silence surrounding us with surreptitiously acquired talent
And I say to me
Listen here--and I say to the birds that sing and sing
My pain that bleeds on my sleeve for you to be
Shunning and taunting as girls are wont to be.
I say to the locust-driven horizon
This isn't who I thought I'd be.
They say to me, we still love your scars
I say yes, but it's kind of sad when the prisoner behind bars is just a piano trying to be a guitar
I look at all the birds still singing, now with audible sound saying, "Stop! Stop! Stop!" and I sigh
Throwing the knife away, I hereby amend anything I've ever done with this final goodbye.