I am not looking, if I do, I'll cry
In this place where the lives and the colours belie
You dragged me away from my safety, my shell
Dragged me away to this shoreline of Hell
Where sunsets are vying for everyone's love
No proclivity here to go thanking above
Clouds can crash angrily, as they desire
Keep fuelling a rage, never logging the fire
Where are the roses and little girl's scrawl
That we used to find hiding in bits of the wall
I still need my night-light, the sound of the town
A convoy of traffic to calm my nerves down
I need altercations with most of my friends
Skirmishes, tirades to the bitter end
This silence is killing, horizon of hate
Please take me home, Father, before it's too late
Can't anyone listen, anyone see
Lift me, assuaging upon your knee
Sometimes the decision, for grandeur and wealth
With it's breaths crisp and clear isn't good for your health
We don't need sunny climates or foreign debates
Appraisal from big-wigs whom everyone hates
Just let me languish and breath in foul air
I'll take my chances, do the same from your chair.
I can't look from the window, if I do, I'll cry
Watching the contrails consuming the sky
Picturing, pondering, a journey full blown
You in your paradise, me in my home.
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23 comments:
Nice...I really like "where sunsets are vying for everyone's love"...
Very nice..."Picturing, pondering, a journey full blown
You in your paradise, me in my home"
i agree with Laurel about the last line. i really like that. to him it's just a home. i saw it as a job.
in the dragon's nest
A lot of very good lines. Noce!
JJRod'z
very nice lena...great evocation of feeling through out this...love the little bits found in the wall...and the contrast too in the two at the end...
Wonderfully thought-provoking. Thanks for sharing it with us!
There's a strong yearning here for things known, like a comfort blanket. That fear of not looking and wanting to perhaps stay I'm the nest? Haven't we all felt that? I liked the rhythm of this poem too, the beat really added to it - like a heart pounding with fear.
The grass always looks greener where you are not and someone else is. Whenever we feel like a duck out of water we always long for something else and your poem expresses these thoughts so beautifully Lena. Thank you for sharing.
Very nice indeed - love the
"Where are the roses and little girl's scrawl
That we used to find hiding in bits of the wall" - beautiful words!
Anna :o]
Yes, I am feeling this poem right now. Empty nests might make it easier to keep scribbling off the walls, but we always worry about them.
That line about the sunsets is gorgeous! Really nice write.
nicely done....enjoyed it all...especially last line..but it is all good thanks for sharing your words
'I still need my nightlight' set the tone for me! Great Mag ...
This is an incredible piece, Helena. Wow.
A delightful read!
A basket full of good lines...great poem
My thanks for all these wonderful comments. The piece was delivered from a combination of me losing a friend and her family to a foreign country as a teenager and the pain I felt when we downsized to a smaller home in a quieter area not long after.
My old bedroom wallpaper had pink roses as a pattern and my twin sis and I used to write messages disguised in and around the petals! Just daft teenage stuff but we missed that the most.
I have to thank Tess for the prompt. Although taken back to my youth when it was more heartfelt, it also gave me a sweet reminder of those rosy walls.
so desperate and lonely
Ahhhh......I'm a big girl now! I'm-a-coping!...X
I could definitely feel this all the way through.
Well done.
=)
We all need a place to retreat! Well-expressed in the nest! K.
Consistently good, that's what you are.
Lena,
I too walk by the old place from time to time. It's changed some since my day but it's easy to remember what was before and lose my self in those memories for a time.
Now if only I could make them rhyme.
rel
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