Thursday, May 04, 2006

Poetry Thursday


Unlike many of you talented ladies, I am no writer but oh how I wish I were! I wrote this song Saturday night and thought, hey a song is a kind of poem right? I hope you enjoy.
This is a fiirst for me!! I have NEVER shared a poem or song I have written ever!! I am quaking with fear and embarassment but in the interest of being open and sharing with all of you who have come to mean so much to me, here goes.

The rain is falling sideways,
it’s freezing here tonight.
The sky is black like velvet,
no moon to give it light.
I stumble towards the streetlight, guided by its hum,
expecting to find the orange glow,
but I can’t see a thing.

I think that I am screaming,
my throat’s sore and tired.
I know that I was running,
there are blisters on my feet.
Everything’s confusing
and I don’t feel like me.

The clouds are parting,
it’s twilight,
my favorite time of day.
Face turned toward the changing,
a thorn bush cuts my arm.
I watch the blood rise to the surface,
but I can’t feel a thing.

I think that I am screaming,
my throat’s sore and tired.
I know that I was running,
there are blisters on my feet.
Everything’s confusing
and I don’t feel like me.

Scanning all the faces,
their lips move up and down.
I know their words are final,
and I am on the ground.
The chaos rushes at me,
everyone talking all at once.
But I can’t hear a thing.

I think that I am screaming,
my throat’s sore and tired.
I know that I was running,
there are blisters on my feet.
Everything’s confusing
and I don’t feel like me.

Spring has sprung the flowers,
they’re blooming all around.
The bees and birds are feeding,
there’s color on the ground.
I pick a rose and lift it,
It’s strange and light in my hand,
I raise it to fall in
But I can’t smell a thing.

I think that I am screaming,
my throat’s sore and tired.
I know that I was running,
there are blisters on my feet.
Everything’s confusing
and I don’t feel like me.

They’re all here to help,
as they pour out some wine.
I see it in their faces,
and I know it’s time.
Burgundy liquid swirls up inside the glass,
then it drips back down.
But I can’t taste a thing.

I think that I am screaming,
my throat’s sore and tired.
I know that I was running,
there are blisters on my feet.
Everything’s confusing
and I don’t feel like me.

I don’t feel like me.

12 Comments:

Anonymous amystery said...

Wow Letha, powerful stuff. I would love to hear you sing it, beautiful work!

11:06 AM  
Blogger M said...

Wow, this is beautiful! I'd love to hear it to music. Thank you so much for sharing your work with us. Can't wait to read more!!

11:30 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

awesome, Awesome, AWESOME!!! thank you for sharing this with us. i feel as if i've just unwrapped a very precious and valuable gift! thank you!

11:51 AM  
Blogger Bohemian Girl said...

i am crying. tears spilling down my cheeks.

seriously.

you have me enraptured into your lyrics. i am stunned. so beautiful.

YOU are the rock star. will you sing this for me when i come visit?

tissues please!!!

12:04 PM  
Blogger Susannah said...

oh Letha, this was wonderful - i couldn't write a song in a million years! wow - you *are* a writer, sweetie.... now, when will we get to hear it? can you posted it as an mpeg thingy? :-) i'm serious!
Sx

1:42 PM  
Blogger Colorsonmymind said...

WOW!

I so wish I could hear the music and hear your voice.

Thanks for being so courageous. It is beautiful.

My favorites:

~The chorus- very powerful

~Scanning all the faces,
their lips move up and down.
I know their words are final,
and I am on the ground.

~The bees and birds are feeding,
there’s color on the ground.

4:51 PM  
Blogger kelly rae said...

so, so, brave of you! and it's so good! keep posting your songs. i LOVE this!

11:00 PM  
Blogger GreenishLady said...

I'm sorry, but I must disagree with you. You ARE a writer, and a talented one, at that. Song, poem, story, "piece" - it's all writing. This is wonderful. Well done, and please, let's see more and more. Thank you for being brave about posting it. I'm really glad you did.

1:32 AM  
Blogger gkgirl said...

ack.

this is your first time!

you have set the bar high...
that was fantastic...
i'm so glad you decided to post it...
i really enjoyed reading it!
:)

5:50 AM  
Blogger liz elayne said...

I want to sit at your feet and listen to you sing this my friend.
Powerful, brave, beautiful. The intensity leaps off the page.
Thank you for sharing this...a perfect post for Poetry Thursday.

(you are a writer. own this simple truth.)

10:11 AM  
Blogger megg said...

wow.

I echo everyone else's words. You are definitely a writer. I would really love to HEAR this song - hear you sing it. It's beautiful but it is also really raw emotion that made me squirm a little bit. THAT is real writing. You captured a feeling that I have had and made me feel it again. I am very impressed.

1:34 PM  
Blogger Mardougrrl said...

Damn, that made me cry. You ARE a writer, in addition to being a very beautiful soul.

Thank you for describing exactly, exactly how I have been feeling...way better than I have been able to do so.

12:53 PM  

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