The gloss dims
as unknowingly
the comfort zone takes over.
But more than that,
we've become those slippers
in shuffling routine.
Somewhere the record has become stuck
and the old song of passion
has cracked,
because the tune has never varied.
Guilt becomes a hairshirt
of self blame,
as obligation demands
that we try to ignite
the flame,
now merely cinders
within this ashen place.
Monotony has been bequeathed,
cloaking possibilities
of fresh beginnings.
Within seperate worlds
we no longer meet;
it's like we never were.
Our life's tapestry built
has unravelled,
as I ponder how deep
the threads were woven over time.
Author notes
Two People Clinging to a Thread
By Cher
Once we'd wake up every day
Smile remembering how we'd love the night away
Now we look for small talk
When it's time to dim the light
And we both pretend we're tired
We can always love some other night
So we wake up in the morning
And we go our seperate ways
Dressing in our silence as the music softly plays
Each day like the day before
We tell ourselves we'll try once more
Then once again we lay here
Barely touching in our bed
We're just two people clinging to a thread
And so we just pretend a bit
And we'd never say the words
That spell the end of it
Still we go on trying
To fan the dying spark
And sometimes even reach out for each other
In the dark
In a list
A contest entry
- Lyrics Inspired by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended September 22, 2008, 4 entries
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Comments
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This was amazing. Thanks so much for entering.
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This is my favourite of yours so far. We do become those comfortable slippers, which wear out before we notice. I love the line of thought this brings. Best to you in the contest
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I like this piece fellow poet, its like two trying to find the key to a lock out of 100 keys. Time consuming. I like how this write talks through, what feels like an elderly couple reflecting on how they've grown together in all the years they've been together for. This touched me, as my grandparents had been married for 45 years, and my great aunt and uncle have been married for 50 years this year. Made me think. Nicely written and well done xxx
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Those slippers in shuffling routine. What an image that is, for the sense of comfort and routine. I never thought it would come out so easy, but you wrote a whole poem around the idea of growing together into daily passage.
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You've captured the sentiments with such deft. I love the slow, easiness of this, though the emotions are heavy and melancholic. Wonderfully done.
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I rather enjoy your gift for metaphors.
Well written.
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This is lovely. I enjoyed reading it. It's diction and obvious thoughtfullness is comforting because I have loved and lost. And I too have reflected as to how deep that love was to begin. Such ponderings often balm my soul as others deepen wounds not yet healed.
Thanks for sharing. You have a beautiful talent.
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