Wrecked again
by a song
Only a song.
That means little to you
and even less to me
And were it not for that
strange bundle of images
That come swimming in
And that line
Which even now
makes me skip a heartbeat
I could trash it
as just another clever cliche
Designed to make us cry
crocodile tears
For no one
Still playing
somewhere in the recesses
of my shattered psyche
Waiting to be scooped out
With the serrated edge of
a bread knife
Blunted with telltale softness
of everyday breakfast
And if I served my gut up
For tea
Would you buy it?
Would you have your fill
And leave the hard edges behind
on that brave silver platter
Which you worked so hard to shine?
And even though the song remains the same
yet again
Can you drown it
in a cold new rain
That can then beat down forever
forever
forever
forever
forever
or never?
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12 comments:
That would be good if the cold new rain washed the song away. Very fortuitous, indeed...
'Blunted with telltale softness
of everyday breakfast'
Sharp and soft edges to this one, Inks. Even the soft ones can cut deep. Looks (even sounds) are deceiving.
Serrated. That's how it was.
why a song of blue??
so when is the song of spring??
its so nice 2 get back 2 hometown...esply have time 2 rite blogs n read other's...i missed ur blogs..so jus a treat 2 find so many new posts 2 catch up...;)
"I could trash it
as just another clever cliche
Designed to make us cry
crocodile tears"
These lines struck me hard .. dunno why ..
Doc: Its been raining..
Mermaid: one could freeze the butter and make it harder on the knife...:)
SG: still searching for smooth edges.
Sophia: blue has a lot of shades just like Spring, (which is taking longer to surface time).
1$ saint: glad your back, and thanks.
Aria: its called projection. perhaps we would like to be them? substitute real tears for the crocodile variety?
Nice. Not H.o.F :)
i feel cold now
yeah, some songs stick...and some words too.. like quite a few of yours..
Prerona: nice to have you back
San: lets pray for some warm rain...:)
Aradhita: thanks honey. and of course a song in one's head is nicer than other stuff sometimes!
i like the rain. not because it washes the shit away but because it reminds us how cold and drear life can be sometimes.
each step you take.
each poem you write sees yet another development in your writing skills. better with each new poem.
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