Three black stones before me, a word carved upon each,
It might take me too long to complete this riddle.
Boy I lack the wisdom and there’s no one to teach,
Got rid off my hubris, placed it in the middle.
One colourless morning, the the the record skipped;
Saturday orphaned me quite unscrupulously.
Burning up the kingdom I conquered through my deeds,
Pickpocketing the tracks I composed fervently.
I stared at your suitcase full of stars and of stairs,
Stating my crazy case, starving before your eyes.
You climbed unaware that our two souls worked in pairs
One blank page too early tomorrow sometimes dies.
You’re half way through the maze, yet mark my baffling words:
Not once have you been you in the days our blood rushed;
Never short on never, always caging the birds,
I tried to make it work but my attempts were hushed.
While you’re devastating this catastrophic heart,
Make sure you remember it’s not renewable;
You did enjoy the ride and played your finest part
Knowing unloving you is just not doable.
Ungratefully yours? damn, you shook the ground with the title, I didnt even have to read past it.. who am I kidding? of course I had to.. & you know what? this is the best piece you ever posted.. & I can say that ’cause I remember all the rest .. & it’s not the best only ’cause the first stanza sounds like something I once wrote (dont where to find it now), but because, unlike the colorless morning, it contains a lot of color.. gotta stop now, ’cause I have no idea what I just wrote.. I only know it’s mindblowing..
You know what? I love you all. I love the fact that we’re a family out here. Supporting each other and improving just by sharing our poetry.
We’re the best versions of ourselves through our words.
What a blessing.
Nebo, Midnightrain, Rome, I call you friends and I mean it. Thank you
Absolutely wonderful write 🙂 I love the way you ended. “Knowing unloving you is just not doable” That’s a blessing and a curse.
You know what? I love you all. I love the fact that we’re a family out here. Supporting each other and improving just by sharing our poetry.
We’re the best versions of ourselves through our words.
What a blessing.
Nebo, Midnightrain, Rome, I call you friends and I mean it. Thank you
Yes, it is such a blessing to work alongside such wonderful poets and even better people. Thank you for extending the honor of friendship my way. Graciously accepted and sentiments returned 🙂
Killin’ the poetry game, my friend.
Killin’ the poetry game, my friend.
Killin’ the poetry game, my friend.
That record skipping line got me.
Always a fan. 💯
You know what? I love you all. I love the fact that we’re a family out here. Supporting each other and improving just by sharing our poetry.
We’re the best versions of ourselves through our words.
What a blessing.
Nebo, Midnightrain, Rome, I call you friends and I mean it. Thank you
aww you won me at the last line
ps loved the ‘the-the-the record skipped! “cute!!
Thank you Mari, I’m very glad you liked it