Tuesday, January 18

Waiting for a clue

Don't know what I did
Don't know what I said.
I'm at loose ends with all these thoughts
kickin' 'round my head.

Don't know what to say.
Don't know what to do.
I only know having you gone
leaves me quite terribly blue.

But life has taught me lessons.
And life has shown me much.
I am the patient sort
and I'll continue on as such.

1 Comments:

Blogger David said...

Reading your writing is inspiring me to trade posts, and this post of yours made me recall this one I wrote about a year ago. It was a collaboration with another author.

Unsold So Now We’re Free

The Ghosts of the ocean wave away
It’s easy to sing their simple songs
We’ll all be terribly blue someday

The children pretend to hear what you say
When you tell them all that they do is wrong
While these ghosts of the ocean wave away

Looking for needles in stacks of hay
But knowing no vaccination that long
We’re all to be blue in some sensual way

Skyward we wish to push up today
Hoping to God our skin does belong
The ghost of this ocean waves away

Paper plane vapor trails never do stay
Morning dovetails, til noon comes along
We’ll all be bluer than blue someday

Burning, we hold on a little too long
Before we throw it all into play
The ghosts of your ocean wave away
We’ll all be enormously blue someday

July 7, 2005 at 4:38 AM  

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