Fred and Wilma
Leaves blowing around your front door
Meet the stoneage with a modern name
Hanging out in the tropics
Taking time to enjoy the scenery
Enjoying the sunrise
Over the deep blue
See?
Finding my courage, lost at sea
Or so they say
Denial of the past places
Where I visisted under a different name
Wounds needing care now a wall of refusal
To see
The way you were before
Blisters on your feet
burning memory
held in my body adopting a twisted cadence
To the rhythms of this stormy sea.
Without a rudder yet refusing to grasp the wheel
Rumors of fear shadow any hope
Of what lives down below.
Even God only knows
the coinage at the bottom of the wishing well
keeps Him at bay.
But I'll weather the storm
Rebuild with an eye to the watermark stain on my walls.
Walking the tightrope just takes practice.
The stoneage has nothing on me.
Meet the stoneage with a modern name
Hanging out in the tropics
Taking time to enjoy the scenery
Enjoying the sunrise
Over the deep blue
See?
Finding my courage, lost at sea
Or so they say
Denial of the past places
Where I visisted under a different name
Wounds needing care now a wall of refusal
To see
The way you were before
Blisters on your feet
burning memory
held in my body adopting a twisted cadence
To the rhythms of this stormy sea.
Without a rudder yet refusing to grasp the wheel
Rumors of fear shadow any hope
Of what lives down below.
Even God only knows
the coinage at the bottom of the wishing well
keeps Him at bay.
But I'll weather the storm
Rebuild with an eye to the watermark stain on my walls.
Walking the tightrope just takes practice.
The stoneage has nothing on me.
posted by Brett at 1:32 PM
2 Comments:
Great analogies, Brett. Who are some poets you draw inspiration from?
Hi Tom,
These past few have been more a stream of thought than anything else. However I am attempting to practice using words as a poet might use them. Given that, I have been doing some personal work in enneagram, which has been quite revealing. (and Freeing as well. In the Gospel of Thomas Jesus says something like to know the Truth is very disturbing ... but you will one day reign over it. And as Bill Murray says in Caddy Shack, "I got that going for me") Also, reading Thomas Moore's Dark Nights of the Soul, as well as reading the poet David Whyte and listening to Vigilanties of Love, Aimee Mann, Cockburn, Rush, Crash Test Dummies over these past few weeks these thoughts emerge.
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