Go Easy. I havent written a poem for years. I lost the art writing Lit Crit.
Without You
Without you,
when the sun shines,
my heart aches with the heady perfumes of Spring.
Without you,
when it is Winter and night,
and the sky is clear and visible,
like insignificance,
I seek out signs that precipitate desires,
shooting stars,
constellations even,
that suggest an order to hope.
Without you,
in the street,
I seek out lucky pennies
to wish on
and I wish magpies a good day,
whenever I see less or more than two.
Without you,
I hoard my luck.
No lottery,
or bets.
no games of chance,
even flippant bets to hit the waste paper bin are passed up.
I hold my breath,
the pennies held tightly in my hand,
to be spent with you.
And hope as well,
I save my hope like luck,
a precursor to the real
and not lost and frittered away.
My hope is a declaration of action,
of love
and doing;
an emptying of the blue from the sky
into my lungs and life,
open and ready.
Without you
happy sad
because without you
leads to with you
and without is presence
banishing fear of nothing
with the potential for everything;
with you.
Luke, I do like the poem. Was this inspired by the recent elections and potiential loss of Tony Blair? Or by a fine British lass?
Tom, you know I have a pic of tony blair on my bedroom ceiling so i can lay in bed at night an pleasure myself with his face there in front of me so that wasnt a bad guess. However, this was actually about an American girl I know.
To articulate poorly: Nice way to express feelings through imagery and stuff. Especially the first four (stanzas? paragraphs?).
Just curious, what’s the significance of magpies (except in pairs)? I really liked that phrase about wishing them a good day.
Dragon,
Well i think you have a variance in american,
the phrase goes 1 for sorrow 2 for jot 4 for a boy, 5 for secret never to be told etc etc. if u see a magpie for sorrow u wish it a good day so the bad luck doesnt come. Im sure mike used to say something to magpies. Maybe that was just mike
Interesting. I thought it might be some sort of British idiom.
There’s a line in a Counting Crows song about (oddly enough) counting crows that’s recounts about the “1 for sorrow” thing.
I know there’s some special deal with magpies in the old folk ways too, but can’t remember what.
Its one of my favorite CC songs:
Counting Crows lyrics (A Murder of One)
Well, I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver
Six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told
There’s a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you’d let me in
I hope “she’s” seen this buddy. It’s a good poem.
thanks mate. And yeah she saw it.
can u send me your dads email?
Yeah, I like the play with absence. I sent you the mail address. Let me know if it doesn’t work.
thnx dude. i appreciate i.
maybe ill write more stuff.
i jsut got the kaiser cheifs album. ill review it soon.
Ewwwh, Kaiser Cheifs new album is good stuff! I’ve heard a few songs off of it and liked them all. It will be intresting to see what you think.