Drunk people forgetting etiquette,
we fall into the laps of the people
we have always been afraid, to tell we loved.
Then we search for a way out,
lay our heads on their shoulders-
until their arms grow numb.
And attempt to move on.
Today, nodding in agreement
without listening to the words-
is not enough.
I have heard it all before.
Comments
Highhat | August 10, 2011 - 16:48
love the layers of your poems Beeme. Like this one especially- not too dark today- just an inkling...
;)Pia
Cavalcaderl | August 10, 2011 - 19:25
new Beeme
Congrats: on the cherry!
like it all, bu mainly the
last stanza.
To-day nodding in agreement
without listening to the words-
is not enough.
I have heard it all before!
lovely.
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | August 10, 2011 - 20:54
Great stuff, Beeme. Loved it;)
Tina
MistakenMagic | August 11, 2011 - 18:40
Love that first stanza, Beeme. Absolutely profound. Would you mind if I posted a link to this on my twitter account?
Magic xxx
Beeme | August 11, 2011 - 19:50
Thank you so much Pia, Julie, Tina and Magic. Of course you can Magic, that would be lovely :-) Glad you enjoyed.
Beeme xx
MistakenMagic | August 12, 2011 - 16:40
Just tweeted it, Beeme! Seems you've had a lot of reads already ;-)
Magic xxx