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| You Decorate My Life... ( 501 reads) |
Sunday, August 05, 2012 (18:50:00) |
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For those of you who don’t live in your head much, this may not make any sense. But for those of you who do, perhaps some of this may feel familiar or maybe even rekindle an old friendship from deep within your own synapses. Either way, if anyone knows of a really good psychologist nearby, I might be able to save up the cost of an appointment…
You Decorate My Life
With goodness from my garden
you decorate my life
in daisy chains and berry stains
I cannot live despite.
You flavor me with gum drops
sweet kisses press my lips
with cinnamon and taco sauce
the taste of which I’d miss.
Your thoughtfulness expressed
in oh so many ways
rich pleasantries of promises
I've savored every day.
You flatter me with murmurings
and answerings in kind
oh what, oh what you ask my love
resides within your mind?
What stories slip from silent lips
as whisperings unfold
scant scurries drip with laurel spit
like lint between your toes.
My stories, love, are mine alone
I claim without chagrin
some live and die like bumblebees
and disappear in wind..
I cannot speak their names to you
although that seems unkind
fond murmurings delay their birth
and answerings spend time.
My soul responds to every breath
despite my need for stealth
my patience knows no boundaries
except for me, myself.
I suspend my stories speechlessly
when chatter leaves your lips
I dare not carry cloudbursts, dear
like buckets on my hips.
In conversations back and forth
my dear companions die
for they are ever there with me
despite my love of thy.
Besides.. reality it seems to me
oft times to rise absurd
unlikely memories wander free
around inside my head.
In spite of truth’s psychologies
unreal’s become my norm
I have to spend my time with them
and nourish every one.
Inside my brain live many lives
from stories I have sewn
from first to last I gave them life
to live and breathe alone.
They dance for me and sing to me
in songs they call their own
I cannot choose to part with them
they’re not for sale nor loan.
They come to me from honesty
despite their lack of form
you see… reality stares back at me
from eyes of blue and brown.
They eat and sleep and everything
that average people do
and have their own dimensions, too
for instance: six foot two…
Sometimes I let them out to play
within my poems for you
but please don’t ask me to reveal
my internal organ, too.
Prologue:
After reading this thoroughly myself, I'd have to admit it's a work in progress... although it's already become too long for many readers to safely sit through. |
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Re: You Decorate My Life...
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by omegapaf on Monday, August 06, 2012 (19:34:09) |
sometimes the best stories come from silent lips and the best decorations sometimes go unnoticed.
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Re: You Decorate My Life...
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by Pujakins on Monday, August 06, 2012 (22:50:41) |
I confess my eyes began to glaze over as I read on. What happened was I lost the sense of the poem and it became words--brilliant, well rhymed, rhythmic words, to be sure. What is this poem about? Can you tell me? I trust it is ok to be saying this? Warm wishes and a hug, Tasha
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