Category: Writers Block
After the Rain
(7-8-07)
Laughter encircles you like a golden halo
and I sit across a half empty room and listen.
With eyes closed, the cool air whispering across my skin,
I search out your voice among the dynn of meaningless conversation.
So close yet so far away,
bad karma forces you not to stay
and when I dare to mention your name,
I speak in a careful code.
Hair as dark as a soul of pitch,
shadows leak through your poetic words.
And when you share your words with the group,
I bite back my silly vapid smile,
and just listen.
Just listen.
So close and yet so far away,
bad karma forces you not to stay.
And when I dare to mention your name,
I speak in a careful code,
because we can never let you know.
Webs of silver lie in tatters
as sand pours cruely into the bottom half
of a glass that's never half full again,
after the game of words meets it's untimely end,
and the field shifts once again.
Decadence trails my every step
leaving telltell prints in the compact dirt
as I follow you, as we follow you,
a mob of friends laughing at your jokes,
all organic and naturally derived
from a bright and ever questing mind.
The cacophany reaks havoc on my tormented mind
as we all wait for the vale of night
when the bordom ends and the fun begins,
a party for the masses.
A halting melody from an apprentis hand
drownds out the clutter, the endless noise
and fills me with a bursting ark of promise,
a golden light of admiration.
No more rain and no more tears
if only you would turn to me
and ask me to sing a song for you,
some strange sweet song,
some song about the angel of music weaving magic in my mind.
As futile as the cliche's say,
it's unlikely you'll do more than glance my way
and offer up a laugh or two, between less than friends.
So this is how the poem ends,
sitting unhappily with my fingers flying
to tap out the story of a bleeding heart,
already marked with a network of scars.
And we laugh and say, "Sir, I am your father."
nice... but I don't get it, as usual
lol, we just had to pick one of our fellow campers and write about them. *shrugs.
Ha! Nice!