Caught A Shadow And Cried Life
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 64)
copyright 11-02-2009
Age Rating: 18 to 127
Beach was empty, just me and my bottle washing away memories, war still beating its drum, but not for me, I was home, and I had crawled into the bottle, saw who I was and ....
In a quiet place
A race for ever been
Sing a song
Guess I complain
But changes care
Played the died the same
As a visit came
No one wants
Just love
Spent on
A curious
Woman finding
Place
To
Lay
Down
I do
Me too
Going home
A passage paid
Just a soul sold
For the body given away
Headed for light
In a quiet place
A race for ever been
Sing a song
To anyway done wrong
Dues paid
Faces in neon glow
Just a past
Shared by voices
Living sad
While all
Take the blues
Singing our life
Nothing left to lose
Feeling good
The other side of we
Hunger left in her smile
Fed by the child in me
Velvet on satin
Lips on please
Best of all
In a quiet place
Box lined with hope
Tears in our eyes
Gone
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Reminded me of myself sitting under a pier in New Jersey,tippling the shine.I love the way this moves and breathes between the verses.There is a feeling of belonging to this piece.The explainable and yet unexplainable belonging to this work,for me,my take on belonging to it foments the sense of sadness towards how we are to ourselves after the war has subsided.All of us continue to battle something in our lives,and this poem brings that to fruition for me.There are bright facets in this piece as well,I like to feel their warming glow,kind of gives you the sense of home,the warmth of a fireplace.
Sincerely,Eric
I do declare that there were times that I was so lonesome a too took some comfort there. Every day is a genesis -- to either wallow in the nostalgia or build newer and more positive and fruitful dreams. Thank you Simon and Garfunkel. -Emotions are like x-rays - they penetrate trees and transcend the tallest buildings and find their nest in the burrows of nooks and crannies of the frontal lobe. Never to be forgotten. Alan
There is one word I can describe this poem with: "human". You perfectly diplayed what every man feels, one way or the other, at one time or another, about life and lost dreams. Vividly and strongly, the emotions peek through the verses and jar one to the reality of it all. Poems that show the human side of all of us "connect" the reader to the writer, and therein lies the achievement of the poem's purpose.
This was redacted in an interesting structure that I found to be well-favoured.The movements of the octaves transcended me through a whirl of thought that left me feeling splendid.You are an amazing writer with a special gift for it.
Sincerely,Eric