Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Expansive Emptiness

My lips are tired,
Of kissing the night air
Empty goodnights.
My eyes are tired
Of burning with the sleep
That lies within my bones
But will not come.
I'll play the melody
If you'll be the song.
If you'll be the rythym
My toes will tap along
Like the clackety-clack
Of the journeying train
That whistles goodbyes
To my lonely, tired nighttime
Stanza;
My desert without rain,
Sprawling the expanse of my empty,
White walled prison.


4 comments:

  1. so beautiful in it's sadness and longing...
    I'll play the melody
    If you'll be the song.
    If you'll be the rythym
    My toes will tap along
    Like the clackety-clack
    Of the journeying train...love this whole part as it speaks of such a closeness in the journey and of so much readiness to share and interact smoothly...hope you soon gonna find that melody to tap along...

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  2. It's like singing your own trainlike lullabye. it's nice to have someone you love be that lulling song.

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  3. Loneliness is so powerful..... But I don't think I have ever been more creative then when inside of it..... It can be the poet's curse, sometimes a welcome one....... well said......

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  4. Glad to meet,

    feel free to submit to The Gooseberry Garden week 7 poetry picnic today,

    Week 7 Theme: Love and Loss.

    Keep up the excellence.

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