In the ghosts of
Sunday morning,
she will meet you
at the river
and you`ll watch
the mists dissolving
in honey coloured sunshine
and you have so much
to tell her,
but the silence
gathers round you
while only seagulls answer
the sound of her heartbeat
in your mind.
Though you know
she`ll always be here,
St Therese of the dockyards,
waiting for your coming
among the half truths
and the litter,
the tug boats
and the driftwood,
still you never touch her.
You just listen
with your eyes,
till you watch her fade
so slowly
into another penance
of your mind.
Comments
threeleafshamrock | April 22, 2009 - 17:50
Lovely piece; reminds me of Leonard Cohen's 'Suzanne'. Well worth the cherry, congrats.
Chris ;)
Richard L. Prov... | April 23, 2009 - 02:20
This poem is good. "Among the half truths" is a nice example of your reach. Richard LP
sarah wilson | April 23, 2009 - 07:15
This is lovely."The silence gathers round you" got to me. Congrats. Sarah
Gilbert | April 25, 2009 - 09:08
Thanks for the kind comments.
I had been strumming the chords to "Suzanne" and singing anything I could think of.
When I wrote the words down, I thought it seemed ok-obviously derivative, but not totally similar.
As long as Mr Cohen doesn`t object!
Thanks again.
G.
Silver Spun Sand | April 26, 2009 - 07:32
'Suzanne takes you down
to her place on the river,
you can hear the boats go by
you can spend the night beside her.
And you know she's half crazy.'
You inspired me to to dash and find the sheet music I have for this strangely evocative song. And trying to sing along. I think I'll just stick with the keyboard;-)
And your beautiful poem compliments it, more than. Congrats on the well-deserved cherry and the p.o.w.
T.
Gilbert | April 29, 2009 - 07:40
Thanks for your kind comments.
G.
jennifer | May 1, 2009 - 09:58
Haunting, some superb imagery, excellent stuff!
J x