August 26, 2013

The Swerve

Step aside, you wanton man
for I have taken all I can
Your menial and pitied grace -
made one think of a passing place

And when the cracks began to show
some furious,  some too damned slow
Pretence in all it's firm embrace -
drew out for me a passing place

Forgiveness in the plural sense
hacked at my heart and confidence
Too many lines there to erase -
except a curving passing place

Time won't heal nor make you see
the damage you have done to me
No silence due,  no touching base -
I've mapped out my next passing place

I'll always love you,  sure of it
but we longer click and fit
The only way for breathing space -
drive straight towards that passing place

Now I'll give you a wider berth 
to find me on this huge green earth 
You'll only run a loser's race -
while I'm parked in my passing place

Another rather sad one this week. Altogether now aaaaaaaaah....choooo!  Won't be long until humorous Helena's back. She can't stay away.  Oh, and it's Music Monday/ Tuesday Tunes time again. I wished you guys would iPod's gagging for it!.......Quick Sticky Bits


Geo. said...

A lyric full of resolve and strength. There is a measured and calculated rhythm to it that is quite cautionary. I try to behave, and I sure like your writing.

Doctor FTSE said...

I like your rhymed and metrical work, rare in these "free verse" days.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Wonderful words here...words of healing and moving on...

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

I hope you find your way back into the right lane.

Tess Kincaid said...

I sung this in my head...hymn-like...

Kutamun said...

Like the Train Station in the Matrix, Train Man , a liminal zone , this, cheers

poga poetry said...

Really like what u have done here