I promise to return before the storm has ceased.
I've lived with//Vicariously numb fingertips//I have sat//In surrogate silence//This life is mine to save//Leaving cut roses on your grave
I have never been one to revisit or edit anything I write... but I realized that can be as counter-productive as editing too much, and I know there is a fine line in there somewhere. This is the beginning of a journey I'm hoping to take regularly not only to improve my writing, but to inspire myself into potentially writing something completely brand new that is more polished and well-thought-out from the very start, and thus improve my writing overall. This poem was initially written to be turned into a song, and as such, is simple for the sake of rhyme and meter. I tried to maintain that stylistically, to a degree, though I was fighting myself to make it more eloquent yet unwieldy for use as lyrics. I may revisit it again someday and simply make it the best poem it can be. My hope is for this interpretation to clarify some of the meaning intended.
'Tis neither here nor there For whence I set off I do not orchestrate the wind nor the sun's rays Euphonious, yet inexplicably irreverent in chase 'Tis neither here nor there From whence I came I've been told we'll understand in the by and by The cause of the earth's quake and the rock's slide... Continue Reading →