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There’s a square patch of sun on the wall
another cigarette stubbed out
I can’t play Adele anymore
and Ali Farka won’t distract
it’s quiet in these rooms
smoke curls around the plant
from the candles I’ve just blown out
I don’t recall it all being so still
I don’t remember how you worded it–how
you’d found someone else
but all that you said, how it all fell outa your mouth,
and I take to and bite the wind
in this winter that eclipsed from that spring
I stare out into the sun
the window sweating
and the voices, the words, the songs, the rhythm of
everything about you
has stilled
and I press play to another acoustic guitar
strumming, plucking gently down the line
hoping again that this is a sign
that this is how it feels
when you start to recover
I take to and bite the wind
in this winter that eclipsed from that spring…nice phrasing these…and the rhythm of you has stilled…nice emotive line that…nice follow up to the video as well…smiles…a felt poem…
My dear, you capture that introspective gray that January lives in. Yes, just to still the activity in one’s own skull would be recovery enough. Thou art beautiful in your suffering, babe, but I pray your swift deliverance from that into a gorgeous springtime. Firm embrace, Moskowitz
Mosk. You always make me sing
Winter sucks here too. Blah!!!
“the window sweating” while “everything about you has stilled” I like this very much. It evokes one of those moments each of us has had where so little of the World penetrates our inner world, but there is always some sense through which it intrudes and touches the mind.
Thank you! You said it so lovely. I sent you a comment on your homepage!
guitar always makes me feel hopeful. at least there is the whole of you in the stillness, like a seed waiting for a new spring =)
Here you show us, not tell us….i feel your discomfort and can see the sunlighht on the wall, the windows sweating, the quiet room after adele and before ali. Lovely lament. Thank you.