This poem was an assignment, given to us years ago, in Poetry School. We were supposed to shorten, and ‘tighten-up’, the original, so to speak! The author is unknown.
Here’s the original
The deceit of light mocks the summer sky
as warm earth turns to stone
beneath my naked feet.
sun-dotted breezes blessed my smile.
a bitter wind stings the tender birds
till they can no longer warble,
and the cruel empty night
we go around in circles
don’t tell me it’s not true
for I’m a perfect example
I’ve come back to you
Faded love, dripping away.
Once you took me home,
now you’ve left me alone.
Under cover, rolling naked between sheets,
I trace your outline with my body.
Sparkling with thoughts of you,
exhausted on all sides.
Sleep rescues broken hearts.
If I could paint the music,
the colours that I hear,
the hues would be of blues and gold
the shyness of the dawn.
If I could paint the music
the serenity it brings,
there’d never be a hard, harsh line
to interrupt the song.
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i watch him go to work each day
his briefcase in his hand
i wonder does he leave his mark
does he make a stand
when lights are out and doors are locked
does anyone know he’s been there
when books are closed and pens are dry
does anybody care
“i do” a voice cries from within
“i’m not just another suit,
this work’s not easy every day
not every man could take this route”
at night he sits, computer bound
his fingers buttons push
his mind the wheel his thoughts the tape
that calculate the truth
tomorrow he will walk again
but i know where he’s (you’ve) been
and the passions of a dreamy man
sit home and wait
granite darkness streaks along the ocean floor
rolled back eyes flash hunger through wet and cold
silver glitters a shear overlay
fear rocks their world as it turns red,
and ……. the shark has fed.
Music and movies have always seduced me. They remind me of moments in my life, or, take me into worlds that I can only dream of…
You see me moving slowly, seductive to your eyes. A bend, a turn, a lick of lips, you know I’m your demise. I mirror how you feel and touch, the way you move and breathe. I wonder…… you embrace me so. Which one has greater need?