My days are so repetitive
that I can sing them like a song.
I long for anything to break
this melancholic monotony
maybe for something surreal
like twin albino lacrosse players
attacking my car at a stoplight,
anything to add a new verse
to this tedious song.
I wonder how your life song is
because you're too far away to hold.
Sometimes I swear I hear you singing,
yet it's just the wind,
but I know that we're singing in the same key--
we always do.
I liked this poem, but don't mess with plainsong. There is little that compares with the beauty of it. So, write in either key, the major or the minor. I have a curious affinity for music of this particular genre and then to for some other. Classic toneless melodies describing monotone binaural effects...tell me how you hear that in the notes?
I like the image of the song very much. the albino lacrosse players are a nice touch. I can relate to the feeling very well. but in the last 3 lines it became a really good love poem. sweet. another great poem.
eek! i couldn't get past the first 2 lines...like someone was spying in my head...my song would be a bad 80's song that they STILL play on the radio for god knows why. I like the whole piece but the start...struck a chord.
Why didn't you write this as a letter? Hmm albino lacrosse players? Very creative. Why not something like albino football nigerians or basketball players attacking girl scouts and skipping like the chinese speaking freak breeds they are. I mean, stop and daydream it for a minute and make it as nonsensical and cooly random as possible.
Things feel empty eh? What passion drives you? I saw your quote. It sounds like it's an utter boredom of the routines of life. Is it just lonliness? That's the main cause of depression in senior citizens ..when they're family moves away. You're awake 16 hours of the day. Depression, guilt, lonliness; it'll all eat you up inside. Only interaction can feed the emptiness. Those who yearn so hard for such basic needs are the most open to exploitation.
Keep your mind moving. There's only time in the way, so keep your head up. He wouldn't like it for you to feel so down.
I loved th image of the lacrosse players attacking your car...lmao...as for the wind duet...singing in the sasme key is a blessing, but is sad and haunting when it echoes in the wings of an empty audatorium. jan