belated poetry thursday...
first,
an explanation.
i sat on the boardwalk
and listened to this woman sing...
i had to go and buy a pen and notepad
to doodle in
while she sang...
this is part of the result.
struck incomprehensibly
by your words
manically searching for
journal and pen
wanting somehow
to relate,
longing somehow
to feel release
again.
and a second jotting...
drumming
against
the molecules
of you
the atoms
of which
you consist
your voice
coming
through muted
airways.
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2 comments:
I love that you found inspiration through music that moves you.
I love the idea of NEEDING to write so much that you went off in search of a pad and pen to buy. Cool!
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