I can't erase the picture
of how humidity curls his hair
at the back of his neck.
It frames criss cross diamonds -
sun kissed etches in his skin.
Brown arms strong and true.
His sea-salt smile
haunts me.
As I still hear him sing
"Falling Again"
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Written June 30th, 2006
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Like a stone I'll falling down
In the puddle I might drown
If the light don't come for yet
another day
Like a bird I need to be
Riding high and feeling free
If the darkness that sounds
will just abate
Now in mind I'm not afraid
a price for living that I've paid
But still missing from the arm
that used to hold
If the clock upon the wall
Would mean nothing, not at all
Then once again I dance back to those days
to stay
Yes, if only a could find
another way
Hugs...Eddy -
I see it as sad also. Haunting memories of good times when you were with this person. It's good to see you post again.
Sincerely,
Leo Long -
First of all, nice poem. Well written and full of vivid imagery.
However, I'm going to have to disagree with chloeh38 about it ending on a happier note. Then again, I tend to see some things as sad, even though they're not necessarily sad at all. To me, the last stanza, for instance, seemed to imply that this man you [or whomever the poem's perspective belongs to] probably enjoyed being with is now gone. His smile haunts, in the way that it lives on in a memory. This goes for still hearing him sing what he once sang in the past. Additionally, the first stanza mentions not being able to erase a mental picture, hinting at his present absense.
Sorry if I read into it too much, lol. And again, nice write. I liked it. ^_^ -
This is cute and nice. I enjoyed reading this as it has a happy ending.. i guess its happy, it could be a bad thing to be "falling again" but it sounds nice
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