oh i could fly upon wings of icarus
up and far away from roots I didn't have
far and wide to fall through clouds
and sleep on pillows of convenience
woken by the false alarms of freedom
inside sleazy deals and taxi cab romance
to the station of main-liner's tracks
where trains of passing thought sped
ever running late oh so much too late
to catch up on all the swallowed hurt
hidden, ahead of hedonistic thought-
-step-throughs in opportunities window
to meet with wildcat dreamers in the night
chasing prey upon powder white snow
ever running, running, ever running
running from themselves through a fog
where Miss Adventure saw them stumble
onto their folly tree sword of destiny
beneath trooper lights and survival's gift
-that pinch of realities grasp
seen opening up beneath ribbons and wraps
. becoming conventional to a tee
. gather you remnant few lets play again
. show 'em how it's done
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dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2021 00:07
- Comment from author about the poem: About being in groups/bands and for the musicians I played with who survived.
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Comments6
'Play it again Sam' - words that were never said but still mean so much to those of us who have performed music.
Andy
Nicely penned poem Dusk. The good ole rock n roll days!
Words never uttered by anyone: 'Sing it again, Orchi!' lol.
You have such a good way with words , dusk ) great engaging read
Unless you bin there and dunnit, a whole lotta peeps aint gonna have a clue ... this is very cleva sir and on so many levels ................ top notch DA .. N
Beautiful write, Dusk.
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