Fate Isn't Much for Songwriting by V. Blakewhen the echo
of the last kiss we shared
has quelled the percussion
that marches dawn
toward black vanilla skies,
and the crescendo
of the lies that we told
is no louder a silence
than the winter
our verse was meant to veil,
then the staccato
of the warmth that we felt
will be less discordant
than bell chimes from
the collision of stars.
but i don't have that kind of time.
11/27/2009 Posted on 11/27/2009 Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
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Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/28/09 at 07:22 AM I'm probably reading way to deep into this and that's fine. It's what poetry is all about. This strikes a chord in me that is unbelievable. You have no idea what I've just had happen but know your words are a solace and speak when I can't. |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/03/09 at 09:48 PM Isn't it so that any song we choose to sing is given equal opportunity to go off-key. Many great images and muse-ical sounds here. Nice write. Thanks. |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/04/09 at 02:56 PM ...nanette was right, it speaks volumes; the dressage of the first stanza sets it in motion and it trails right along, love the last line, young folks like you can use the word "time"[as in not having enough] .this is right up there with your work; measured, punchy and heavy...great write. |
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