left hand
low
slow
bass
chord
chord
footsteps that forgot
where they’re goin
right hand waits
always waits
then pulls at a note
like a finger
draggin across glass
barely there
but beggin
to be felt
pause
let it ache
rise
not loud
it stands taller than still
a question
that already knows
the answer is no
the answer will always be no
pedal down
smudge the edges
make it all fuckin blur
like a memory
you never trusted
even tho it’s always there
left hand again
bass
chord
chord
slower now
pain
that got comfortable
what’s left
when tears stop fallin
melody breaks
with no apology
leans into dissonance
like it’s spittin in God’s face
for creatin quiet
and darin to call it peace
rest
not silence
just rest
just the sound of bein held
the endin doesn’t really end
it just fades
like it walked out the room
without sayin goodbye
and my hands
still float above the keys
like maybe there’s more
but the music is done
and so am I
The ache of this lingers, like those deep scars do.
Spectacularly expressed, just like you do.
appreciate it. couldn’t figure out how to get link to work. wrote it after sharin gymnopédie by Satie with someone I care bout to try to help calm them.
Your work is powerful, my friend. I just read Willow’s comment. Her daughter isn’t into poetry. That’s a fact. So, your words, your truth, is evidence that you bring healing to others. I’m quite sure that you helped your friend.
Publish, publish, publish. I’ll keep saying it until you do it. Then I’ll probably say it again so that you publish again. Our pain, our experience, paves the way for others to gain their footing.
Have a spectacular day.
“The melody breaks with no apology”
“The ending doesn’t end but fades”
The whole poem has so many go points these two are my favorite.
thank you fia. appreciate you tellin me which lines ya like
“pedal down
smudge the edges
make it all fuckin blur
like a memory
you never trusted
even tho it’s always there.”
Brilliantly penned, Ambjr. That verse is killer, been there a time or two when it comes to songwriting and life for that matter. It’s amazing how they mirror one another. Powerful write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
yep. they mirror each other often. thank you damian.
I read this out loud to my daughter who isn’t “a poetry person.” Her eyes grew wide & she said “Oh…I felt that.” When your words reach someone who claims not to get poetry, you’ve just written a powerful piece. Beyond that…damn
yeah. damn. thank you…that means a lot.