Monday, January 15, 2007

A Grave Thing

Gravity wraps me in greedy arms,
pulling me under the tide
drowning me in the waters
of my own
damn pride

you always had to be right
you always had to be right
you always had to be right

and I can hear you now,
beneath this bitter slice of moon,
as you croon
your
lullaby

and it goes

you always had to be right
you always had to be right
you always had to be right

it ricochets off the walls of the night

you always had to be right


NOTE- This poem was written to take part in Poetry Thursday. The first line comes from Deb R.

You can find her poem at
http://debrichardson.com/blog/2006/08/03/poetry-thursday-inspired-by-song/

Many thanks to her for the inspiriation.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful in its darkness!

Anonymous said...

silence of the drowning waters then lullaby followed by the ricochet...
what a delectable pastime it is for me to know your work by its elements.

there are always multiple levels of composition in what you create.

shakir

Deb R said...

Thank YOU for taking the inspiration and creating a new poem with it! I really liked reading it.

Anonymous said...

Wow- I know that feeling...

Anonymous said...

"beneath this bitter slice of moon"

What a line. Wow.

Anonymous said...

I liked your use of repetition

Crafty Green Poet said...

bitter slice of moon - lovely

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Brian said...

nice use of repetition here...

"beneath this bitter slice of moon"

is a gem, indeed.