Reluctant Terzanelle.
Her heart beats rhyme in rhythm with the street
while dreams – like landmarks - slowly pass on by
(as she walks the walk, she scuffs her feet...)
She doesn’t notice much (or even try)
She travels through the might’s and could have been’s
while dreams – like landmarks – slowly pass on by
In black and white like vintage movie scenes
where memories float like ghosts through frosted glass
she travels through the mights and could have been’s
While fearing that a sacred hour might pass
unmarked, unworthy – disbelieved – unsung
where memories float like ghosts through frosted glass
in whispers, passing knowledge to the young.
(a song – its lyrics locked within a prayer
Unmarked, unworthy, disbelieved – unsung)
Even though she’ll find her answer where
her heart beats rhyme in rhythm with the street
(a song - its lyrics locked within a prayer)
…as she walks the walk – she scuffs her feet.
January 12, 2012 at 6:50 pm
I wanted to comment on the post above, but was unable to do so….so instead I leave my thought print here and hope I do not speak or act out of turn……such a bitter sweet twist to your words.
Reminds me of an ever haunting passage from the winters tale……just one phrase somes so much up……”Does not the stone rebuke me for being more stone that it….”
I think of that often and a rare but expectional version of the play I once watched!
January 12, 2012 at 8:34 pm
I am sorry about the disabled comments on that post D – I have had it brought to my attention a few times and will correct it soon.
I had been moving some posts around and had removed some comments only to realize that the comments belonged there all along – it is taking me a while to set things the way they should be.
‘Second Anniversary’ IS a bit bitter with a sweet edge…
It was a confused celebration of an emancipation – when you are finally freed from an abusive relationship you don’t always have a plan D…
Sometimes you realize that you aren’t really well inside and that you don’t really know how to walk without a leash around your neck anymore.
I handled the first few years of my freedom poorly.
I hope the next few years will be better spent.
*hug*
L.
January 7, 2012 at 8:04 pm
i find this composition beautiful, as she scuffs her feet through the mights and could have beens…
January 8, 2012 at 5:16 am
The muse behind this piece is far more so.
This was (is) my way of walking beside her in her travels.
January 7, 2012 at 8:02 pm
Your words always stream through my mind!
January 8, 2012 at 5:12 am
I really hope that’s a good thing D.
January 12, 2012 at 7:14 pm
In the shadows…..I see your light despite the way you try to hide it…….
January 12, 2012 at 8:39 pm
Never let it burn you D – only stay as long as the light offers warmth and comfort.
As soon as it starts to burn – save yourself – I will never hold it against you.
*hug*
L.
January 6, 2012 at 6:37 pm
I’m not aware of having come across a Terzanelle before, so even with your usual flow of words, it’s new to my ears (I read it aloud to myself).
I frequently pass through the mights and could have been’s too…
January 6, 2012 at 8:14 pm
I wrote this for Maggie – I don’t do them often and when I do chances are they are for her.
This one was written for walking to – a special rhythm for a special kind of walk that only she can have.
In my mind it is me walking with her wherever she will go – I will never be so far away (alive or not) where I can’t be called up to walk with her if she ever wants the company.
There are so very many ‘mights’ in my life – so many ‘could have beens’ I have let pass by both knowing and unknowing.
When I walk at night I can see them all.
Love,
L.
March 14, 2011 at 9:43 am
…because – it WAS a song I wanted you to hear.
Funny that – I mean – with all the noise?
The street makes music – people play the tune…
L.
March 14, 2011 at 3:08 am
Very haunting indeed, while dreams like landmarks pass slowly by
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