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An ode to an ode
by Bradd Howardsomethings just fade away
like water droplets and dandelion fluff
like lustful gazes and puppy dog crushes.
Some things are more concrete.
cracks in pavement, volcanoes.
the word don't.
eye lashes fall, get blown away by hot arid breath.
I've heard you say too many times that you longed for a song of your own,
your personalized ode.
I can't write one for you
but I can write about the longing.
That's what I do.
Pay my dues and my rent on time
and long...
long for the freedom to be late
to sleep in.
to hide undercovers and never show myself.
To pine for trees that will not always be green
and to cry for the songs that I can't sing to you. 11/11/2006 Author's Note: It's been awhile. be gentle...
Posted on 11/12/2006
Copyright © 2024 Bradd Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 11/12/06 at 08:39 AM not bad. there's some good stuff in here. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/16/09 at 05:05 PM love this part:
"Some things are more concrete.
cracks in pavement, volcanoes.
the word don't."
...and, of course, the last stanza...is so very familiar (probably to many, I'm guessing)... |
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