Air heavy hanging
Suffocation of thoughts
as the music plays intermittent,
not sure where the flow is
only knowing
gotta go with the tune
playing his song
softly with inflection like a silent drum beat
cause the day is gone
as are you
tap tap tap goes the tympanii
and I don’t remember when the final concerto played
only that you aren’t here to hear
your heartbeat song
and I make no apologies
for you know me
know how it goes,
this rhythm
the beat in the silent night
we are harmony
the sky and moon
singing to those no longer a part
reasons and purposes,
as the air hangs heavy like a heart
beyond repair of the moment
I scream in the ebb
as silence catches me unaware
drowning in humidity heavy,
of a life remembered
I long to show you
as I sit here
scribbles on a vacant wall
will anyone remember with dawns light
the plight
of a poet in the shadows,
will anyone remember the name
of the girl undone,
unchained?
I sit here on the post
stoic and strong regardless
as days light passes
I rise
with the head on cotton pillows
comforted in dreams
and the thought of making it through
like hummingbirds and memories
they always rise to the surface
and a memory is just that,
a yesterday moment caught in the rearview,
disregarded as best we can,
slipping down into the horizon that awaits,
knowing it’s gonna be okay,
our sweet being
makes it that way
regardless of our wishes.
Exactly and you inspire many of that I am certain. ❤
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thank you Sue, have had some good nights sleep lately filled with magic at times, others not so much, but gather the lessons to take with me on my day, set to inspire if even just one soul, my day is complete ❤
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What a picture you create lost in those moments when you said ” I rise with the head on cotton pillows
comforted in dreams and the thought of making it through like hummingbirds…….”
Wonderful words.. 🙂
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Very welcome ❤
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thanks Lady G, you’re making me smile my friend, thanks. Peace and love, K
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But did you see how Ms. Kim called a memory “a yesterday moment caught in the rearview”?
YAASSSS! Masterful!
I love this free-flow poetry-free but beautifully cohesive 🙂
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in and out and back again, the way my mind flows at times 🙂 thanks Michael ❤
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A lot of interweaving thoughts in this one 🙂
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