I’ve struggled the last few months just motivating myself to write. Funny. I thought when school was out last spring that I’d make time to do lots of writing over the summer. Guess I enjoyed my summer too much.
Today, on this 10th anniversary, on Patriots' Day, I have to do something. It occurred to me that this poem that I turned into song lyrics (I’m hoping my son will write a tune for it some day), sort of fits the mood of the day.
Then Tears
Lines storm across the page
that grows too heavy to hold
stealing away from trembling hands
two lives shatter and grow cold
Then tears.
I’ve numbered each unwelcome drop
mapped out every stream
sailed too often from that shore
sought an elusive dream
Dial tone hums a lifeless line
the silent rending of a heart
final warning, long distance longing
connection torn apart
Then tears.
I’ve numbered each unwelcome drop
mapped out every stream
sailed too often from that shore
sought an elusive dream
Cold embrace pushes love away
emptiness fills the broken space
when hands and hearts no longer touch
lifeless, loveless, careless face
Then tears.
I’ve numbered each unwelcome drop
mapped out every stream
sailed too often from that shore
sought an elusive dream
Perhaps because I know the way
this time there’ll be no tears at our
“Goodbye”
11/19/10
