05-07-2014, 10:10 AM
(05-06-2014, 06:24 PM)tectak Wrote: False MemoryI like this. I mean, I get it. Isn't that the point? Anyway, aside from the one distraction I mentioned above--which hinders my immersion--I was, am, there the whole way.
The last chord came in to the space between me and my head.
I played the blue and minor keys
adrift somewhere on distant seas,
Somewhere is not doing anything here aside from letting us know that it's not anywhere in particular. I would suggest finding a place or sea or losing the filler.
not noticing that memories
were sails that pulled my ship along;
though by my hand and Siren song
I willingly was led.
I watched a leaden evening sky transmute in to the grail.
Bright fingers, golden, thrust through cloud;
I saw the cup held up and vowed
that thoughts like these were still allowed.
Though manhood takes from every boy
the telling of that first love joy,
the memories prevail.
I walked beside a blue-bell hill where birches crowd the view;
but then, transfixed, I stopped and sighed.
From deep within I realised
a sadness dwelt there, minimised
by all the years of living lies,
choked by another's binding ties:
a love that I once knew.
tectak
2000-2014
I'm grateful for the read. Thank you.

