Friday, August 20, 2010

still waiting on the world to change

so tonight i was watching a David Gray special we taped off of one of the music channels we get (fuse, maybe?) and his recent music worked beautifully as a muse for writing poetry. it wasn't on purpose, i was just listening to his gravelly (sp?) voice and picked up a pen and a poem came out. i haven't been hit this hard by poetry in ... well.... forever. really. like a decade or something. so here it is...



Flippin, stickin
playhouse-trippin
Where was i when i was lookin
i went to find what i knew i had
the past
the Truth
the Love
..... A field afar
with wildflowers (FULL)
Where did i go What did i do
Whatever. everything i saw was you.

what did i do to earn your love
what did i do to earn your love


Nothing.
it just was.

the grass. the hill. your hands. the dance.
and somehow i just lost my chance.
where did you go you go you go

the Love
the lies
the past
my chance
the Truth
and oh, the Beautiful Dance.

Flippin, stickin
playhouse-trippin
You took it all when i stopped lookin

3 comments:

  1. Sunni!! I love David Gray (just saw him in concert with Ray LaMontagne) and I'm truly loving your poetry. Thank you for sharing.

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  2. Love. Needs to be set to music. Ukulele maybe?

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  3. i need to learn to tune my Ukulele so i can play it... and then *then* i will set it to music! :)

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