Long days lullaby poem
Rest your head
upon my pillow
Its been a long long day
The sun will rise
again tomorrow
lightening up the way
`
no more thoughts
on why or what
who or when
where it all began
`
rest your head
upon my pillow
we’ve had along long day
the sun will rise
again from shadows
to lighten a brand new day.
Standing in the subway crowd
Feeling alone
The Winter blues
A touch of gray
Frozen to the bone.
‘
Something is here
I Can’t believe
I haven’t seen before
Although I’ve come
In stood in this place
A thousand times or more
`
The crowd sways
like fields of whey
pushed by crosswind might
Faces gently leaning
toward the doors
likes stalks lean
towards sunlight
‘
Ive come here as
An Army at War
I’ll leave a man of Peace
The lion poses
most majestic
when in a hill crest sleep
‘
The World that seemed
Like a grand place
grows smaller everyday
I stand lion hearted
my face leaning to the sun
above the crowded subway.
“Captive Blue-Eyes…Alas we meet.”
- she laughs
`
smoldering cigarette smoke
climbs from cafe` counter to the ceiling
an ashtray tongue licks and breathes dust
curling and twisting outward & upward
like a good story.
`
“Whats your story? “..
- she winks
eyelashes curling and twisting
`
“Everyone has a story”
`
“I’ve had a thousands stories”
—I snarl
`
“they all end with my death”
`
“Time to write a new story”
– she nods
`
Over her shoulder
The door blows open…
journaling is good therapy.
Outside the door are the hungry hounds
Waiting for their bribe
We’ ve nothing in the cupboard to pay them
tonight We will stay inside.
,
Molly puts her lipstick on
‘though there are no more parties to attend
she serves on the good china, we dine inside
to eat our soup and bread.
,
Jonny keeps his boots on
‘though the factories have all shut down
he still wakes at dawn everyday
to feel his feet step on the ground
,
Billy is on the roof top
while staring at the stars
dreaming of his great escape
He knows the constellations by heart
,
Aunt Marget is keeping the Faith
She says God will pull us through
We never ask her the Treasures lie
she’ll tell us when the time is due
Everybody gets that feeling
thats too deep to understand
everybody doing little things
that they don’t need comprehend.
…inside the mansion upon the hill,
they’ve thrown it all away.
they’ve thrown themselves to hounds.
They have given up today….
,
Oh Molly put your lipstick on
I’ll place my feet on the ground
the kisses and dances between you an I
shall bribe away the hounds
Draft 1 – I hope to work this into a singable folk song.
Living Beauty
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I have never been able to get this poem in image form on a web page, the way I want it. This draft is as close as it will get.
The poem is inspired by the small talk question: “what do you find most initially attractive in a woman.” and I never had an answer.
Barks and Howls