bars and taxi-cabs,
friends and highways,
philosophers and arabs,
the beloved counselor
who'd serve me tea,
the times I was jailed
and the times I was freed
all
live on in my memory
only precariously
books that I read
things that I said
women I took to bed
have from my head
faded and fled
But much still lives on
and will come the dawn,
at least that's the star
that I wish upon
Comments
leejmavin | March 24, 2011 - 04:26
this is a very revealing poem. I enjoyed it simplicity and tempo.
Please have a read of mine
Silver Spun Sand | March 24, 2011 - 12:03
A beautifully crafted poem, sean.
Tina
skinner_jennifer | March 24, 2011 - 13:00
Hi seannelson,
a brilliantly worded poem, it's good to be able to
write our feelings, you do it so well.
Jenny.
Highhat | March 24, 2011 - 13:39
I liked this one
;)Pia
seashore | March 24, 2011 - 15:34
I liked it too!
seannelson | March 24, 2011 - 17:08
Thank you all for your kind words. <]:- )
To tell you the truth, I wrote a long and overly dramatic poem, and then realized it wasn't good enough to publish. But it brought out the important themes in my mind, and so then I just hammered this out.
friendly regards,
Sean
SundaysChild | March 24, 2011 - 18:35
You've done well here. Great tempo throughout.
fatboy74 | March 24, 2011 - 21:10
very good :-)
oldpesky | March 25, 2011 - 15:41
You say a lot in this poem in not too many words. Very uplifting ending. Well done.
seannelson | March 26, 2011 - 04:09
Thank you all kindly.