winter has only begun
and already i look
forward to the spring
the beat is so heavy
my bones are breaking
it is heavier than heaven
still i refuse to dance
the band is onstage playing
but i am in my bed
waiting for death to find me
alone and unharmed
our love is so new
yet i stand underneath
the onion trees singing
sad songs about the sea
your kisses swim along
the shore of my mouth
and already I'm looking off
into the deep blue
the back of my face
is filled with words
each sentence a two by four
i'm building a fortress (not a home)
i have been doing the math
and i have a terrible feeling
nothing is adding up as
nicely as i'd hoped it would
winter has only begun
and already i look
forward to the spring
7 comments:
Beautiful. Sad. And lonely.
How did you know I feel like that?
Good lord, man! How does everything you write make me want to give you a hug or something. Sheesh. And you're right, winter can certainly suck. hugs.
when im feeling down and alone I come to stinkingHAND...somehow your poetry romanticizes my inner agony..hmm..maybe its because your a rock star LOL :-) always leave the 'HAND with a smile ! thanks.
Well, in a strange way, this makes me feel a little better to know that I'm not the only one who feels like this. I could never express it so beautifully, but, oh god, it's right there. Thank you.
I wish you did not feel this way ever. My kids and I were talking about winter today. I told them that the older I get, (and I'm getting kind of old over here while no one is looking)the faster time goes, and the faster time goes, the less I dread winter because I know it will fly by. I hop on the nearest sled and let it fly. If I keep writing tripe like this, I'm going to have to start wearing pearls and a red hat. Maybe in the spring. For right now here's hoping the cold temperatures preserve me a little longer. Anyway. I wish you well this season. Happy holidays Bob Schneider.
So far, it's been a very Springy Winter.....reminds me of the "Tigger Song"...their faces are made out of rubber, and their tails are made out of Springs...
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