Four square sides help cubing her in,
pastel walls peelings their delicate skin
A journey to take her for all that's she's worth -
needle on plastic - a quickening birth
Nothing to hurt her, to mock or appraise,
lest the red star collides with all that she says
Melancholia outed, a slow steady rate,
left the vinyl and cardboard to delineate
Enclosed in a side room, no nurses to gape,
where the voice and the vibe have no chance of escape
A soar through the heartstrings, a tour through the veins
as she reaches that faux exaltation again
Just a passion to keep her from harming herself
with her universe stacked on that pitiful shelf
Come hither and cover her, notes to advance
for an hour a day only in sweet severance
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11 comments:
I love it as always. You should publish a book of poetry :)
Heartfelt, sincere and sad. I came today looking for a laugh and a smile, alas, not one to be found here, but I liked it all the same.
Your poem is full of voice as well as vibe, thanks - and happy late birthday to you, too! LOL ♥
One of the more somber Mags this week ... well done!
Happy, Happy birthday (to both lovely sisters)
well done indeed...thanks for sharing this
Always worth reading yours out loud, Lena...
I hope she found some solace in her music - poor lady.
Painful. Could've been written about a dear friend of mine. Well done.
Poignant Lena, like " The lonely passion of judith hearne ", thanks
Keith - that's really sweet. Thankyou.
Tinno - aw, sorry 'bout that! I'm not often so serious. Tell you what - this Sunday a humorous one!
Jinksy - much appreciated!
Helen - thank you, Helen- I'll pass it on to me2!
Wayne - many thanks
Tess - thank you. I'll have to get one of my poems in musical form sometine this YEAR....LoL
Little Nell - music is the greatest healer, I guess.
Rossandra - I hope your friend finds peace soon.
Kutamun - very flattered, thank you.
Like listening to a sad song when I'm sad.
Heals the soul.
Bravo!
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