somewhere, Peace may hold a place.
the table might be full.
i couldn't say this yea or nay;
i merely feel its pull.
this yen informs my ev'ry act.
i hunger for that food...
a meal i may not get to taste.
my repasts, here, are rude.
i brood upon the folk i knew
who may've joined the party.
a friend, a foe, a fleeting meet'--
perhaps they're eating hearty--
mayhap they eye an empty seat,
and wonder why i dally.
maybe they whisper of my deeds
down in this blasted valley.
an ex of mine is set to dine--
or next in line, at least.
"oh, Thomas? -yes, he's fine.
"i'd bet his mind is on this feast...
"he often spoke of being here.
"i heard him. once or twice.
"i saw him in the Bauble, though.
"his heart...it looked like ice..."
frowning, she might pause a spell.
but Peace would sense her fugue--
glide over, smiles as ministers,
sweet droplets, a deluge--
oh, lucky she! -oh, lucky love!
-somewhere, there's sugar rain...
here i sit, pondering it;
scrawling a book of pain.
(i see you wrote a chapter.
may i read your words aloud?
an author, asking after,
should be lent ear of a crowd--
i know you want your story told.
i know it in my bones.
i'll read your passage faithfully.
until our books are closed.)
i leapt from Gervais Bridge one day,
and heard their distant din.
i missed the rapids by a tad.
i will not miss again.
you see, i have to learn the truth!
for, saddened or delighted,
at least i'll start to eat...or starve.
i may not be invited.
-i hear silverware's song, and lazy laughter lilting. thomas the younger; september 15th, 2009. all rights reserved. (...or are they.)
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Comments: 29
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
perhaps, Ann. (un-)fortunately for me, i've all the pain...
...and none of the belief.
Franklin! -you're getting to be a regular in these parts.
you'd better cut it out, or i'll start to think i'm doing something right.
...if wraiths can lay phrase to page, even jumping may not stop the jotting.
do ghosts high-five?
we'll have to try it.
here i sit, pondering it;
scrawling a book of pain.
Thomas, your words pull me in... this is superbly written.
i know you want your story told.
i know it in my bones.
i'll read your passage faithfully.
until our books are closed.)
Ahh... I could read this with my heart only, my eyes closed... the flow of this, the words you chose (or that chose you)...it speaks deeply.
i leapt from Gervais Bridge one day,
and heard their distant din.
i missed the rapids by a tad.
i will not miss again.
Rapids by a tad. I don't know what you call that kind of rhyme, one that sneaks up on you and hits twice in one phrase, but I like it. Hmm... maybe rhyme isn't the right word at all, more like a hook. I will not miss again... Bet ya will!
you see, i have to learn the truth!
for, saddened or delighted,
at least i'll start to eat...or starve.
i may not be invited.
I have to say, I think you are. Invited, indeed.
This was wonderful work.
Sandi, your soul's too sweet for words.
*bows, wordless*
i...don't know what to tell you. -perhaps you read it too swiftly?