The both of me are struggling inside One wants to just enjoy the ride A hedonist with parties to attend A firestorm with fuel to spend Better to burn out than fade away? So, tonight is the time to play
…Tomorrow, I’ll write down everything…
The both of me, struggling to get out The anxious side, processing doubt Every word needs to be remembered So that some time must be surrendered If all this savouring gets rephrased Will it be somehow falsely praised? Did it really happen as we say? The feeling is that it must be done today…
…Tomorrow, I’ll write down everything…
The both of me are struggling to win A desperate balance being fought within This happiness must be documented Not pass by forgotten and lamented So tonight I’ll simply sigh and say That if it cannot be done today
…Tomorrow, I’ll write down everything…
Shared with W3 #181 – a bop poem. This poem was inspired by this week’s dVerse prompt, using a line from a Günter Grass poem as a refrain. I saw this line, “…Tomorrow, I’ll write down everything…” used in the poem ‘Tomorrow’ and along with the word ‘bop’, this reminded me (again!) of the dilemma Jack Kerouac would face when having fun with his friends but wanting to rush home to write it down before it got forgotten to the mists of time. I see that I have written this poem before, too! Perhaps this is part two? In the first stanza, I reference Firestorm, a DC comic character that at one time was two different people inside one body, often struggling with decisions. This came to mind as I had been reading it last night.
Amid grief, it seems easy to find words to comfort others, yet a struggle to find them for yourself. This poem was somewhat inspired by this write from Carol Anne at Therapy Bits
I’ve got an empty chest I never knew that you used to fill;
I can’t run from it, always following me, your hollow shadow;
The sunlight that lit up your eyes is dimmer now;
The daylight holds no more promises, no shine left in the sun;
All the time was no time at all; Where did you go?
I’ve done this before and I know the ghosts will always haunt until they become familiar again;
Another true story. Shared with dVerse Prosery and to incorporate the following phrase What will I do there without my hands upon your summer face? from ‘Oh Umbrellas’ by Jeffrey Hermann.
the long bus ride didn’t feel that way
a sea breeze of anticipation
your yellow summer dress highlighting your tan, smooth skin
and holding my gaze we hung on to each other
our words and communion as the world ran towards the surf
Oh! That was our time!
do you think of that now on different beaches?
I’ll take the bus ride one more time to hold on to you
…but…
what will I do there without my hands upon your summer face?
will the memory be enough for the long journey home?
Inspired and paraphrased from the Red Hand Files (again!) #337 and for the GloProWriMo Day 20 prompt: write a poem informed by musical phrasing or melody that employs some form of soundplay (rhyme, meter, assonance, alliteration).Also, the poem ‘In Evening Air by Theodore Roethke was suggested as an example, and I used the rhyming form, which I found quite pleasant and I think worked very well.
Maybe not a helpful admission, I’m not sure where I stand these days; as the ground shifts exposing each other’s rifts, it hardens without permission and uncertainty sings its praise.
The world, beautiful but broken; my temperament wishes no further harm; no left or right or centre might have, to me, truly spoken and guided me towards a calm.
My reason searches for the true to ease the burden of each other’s sorrow; how easy it is to break, to forget to give and take; cautious and careful in what I do when nothing is certain tomorrow.
Not knowing what I’m talking about; does the world need to hear that voice? Listening to all divergent views makes me ever more confused so that when still filled with doubt silence is my choice.
So maybe I just stand with my art, valuing the deed over the word; to the fragile flickering spirit bring a striving for such praise to sing; At least, it’s a place to start so that the silence will still be heard.
MockART – Some nice noise here that is keeping my brain active whilst trying to download an upload for my computer so that I can practice guitar again, since something has messed up one of the apps I like to use. Not sure that I would listen to this at any other time though!
Wet Nurse – Fractured and somewhat scary energy here. It’s interesting for sure but a bit too disturbing for me these days. About 20 years ago I would’ve been all over this.
Meira Asher – Interesting punk hip hop that reminds me of some similar weird freaks I met from Japan in the 00s. I like the more rhythmic tracks over the atmospheric ones.
Half Empty Glasshouse – I have their albums already but had forgotten about them. Lots of time changes and genre warping. This is my kinda jam for sure.
I’m slowly visiting GloPoWriMo prompts from April, as I didn’t follow them at the time. This prompt, from April 1st, was to use a musical term previously unknown to the writer, in my case sostenuto and for extra inspiration, I searched for a form that I hadn’t used before, too – monotetra.
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