Lost Blues

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I want to play a song for you.
I'm afraid of getting it wrong:
Elvis just seems too sad,
The Beatles you'd laugh,
and I don't know if Lou Reed
wouldn't bring even more silence
to this late afternoon.

Don't say a thing; don't tire
your purity of a broken bird.
I know it resonates
in every song
aligned in ceremony;
we can't escape
the presage of melodies.

Don't lie like this
in the shadow of my night;
when you open your arms
someone might die
of love and kill you.
Wait a little longer;
let me be the one to run.

I want to play a song for you,
a blunder you might forgive of me.
I'm afraid of Joni Mitchell;
don't laugh at The Beatles,
or at Led Zeppelin.

Maybe you will answer,
relive my kiss
inlaid in the pages
of your body, dilacerated
by the song that was lost.

 

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duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
soothing music.

Ah...the beauty of songs. The melody lingers ~ the memories continue on.

AmyfriendAmyfriendabout 17 years ago
Different...

it ebbs and flows but in a nice way..and brings forth vivid images in my mind.

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Now this one I especially like. There's something about it that invites rereading; though I'm still wondering about who's really all tore up about the lost song. Oh, one other thing ~ this almost has a lyrical feel to it, though the way it's done here is leagues beyond most other feeble lyrical pieces usually tendered here.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 17 years ago
Poignant

A tender, poignant eulogy. Love the imagery throughout, esp in the final stanza.

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