Someone sent me a YouTube to listen to, a stranger really, you know how that goes on the internet? It is a love song but my heart took it another way. I wrote this poem below with the emotions it gave me. The song is by Snow Patrol and it is called, "Chasing Cars". You can find it at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN7dpm-kbbQ
You can google the title, and get the lyrics online too of course, if you want clarity of what the song is truly about. It's author Gary Lightbody, wrote an amazing song indeed.
This then is MY POEM with MY EMOTIONS caused by listening:
"Pretending to Be Gone - This Song Deserves That Effort"
Ohhh I am soothed,
pleasured,
and embraced by passion.
I LOVE this song
that is not you!
Within this song...
I wish you beauty,
so I am sending you peace,
tranquility,
and within those emotions,
enough room to fly in.
Someone said we could go skiing,
and as we lit upon the snow,
I wanted to feel it.
Cold soft ice beneath my feet
tempting me to fall.
I did,
but you did not catch me.
You were no where around.
If I strike up this song again,
maybe I can make it afresh,
those stirrings,
that beckon people towards majesty.
Weeds choking out flowers,
do not come this way,
no not again.
I have found my tongue,
forming words ,
I always knew I could.
So my dear,
I love this song,
despite those past failings.
I am wet from the rain now.
And in that measure,
I can feel myself lift up,
I was never meant for snow,
no.
I was meant for flight,
and that is why I finally took that path.
Hold your own guilt,
I certainly hold mine,
my god isn't that true?
Or didn't you ever hold that bible?
Ohh, I am trembling.
I feel my own soul now.
I have dismissed the maid.
She never cleaned my bridges anyway.
I am miles away now,
and yes you're right,
upon reflecting,
I always was that far.
Silence told me I was not moving,
till I looked at my own feet.
No one should be asked to stay.
No,
not on Sunday.
Did you know...
I could only look out windows,
pretending to be gone?
This song deserves that effort.
21 July 2008
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2008
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Monday, July 21, 2008
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Did you ever feel ...
by Ayrton D'Silva
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did you never feel what i never can say because i dont know it
its such a vague thing
we have no knowledge of it, acceptance is a far cry
i cant think of it, or say it, or want it or wish for it
dream of it, desire it
and yet its a part of me
such that it never leaves me
like a shadow like a reflection
its like a faint whisper that you wonder was ever there
before it disappeared
in the wintry cold winds of london when everything freezes
like wandering souls so far away from home
so lost so gone so hopeless so aimless
without existence
without a breath, without the heat, without being, without form, without a name
just so not meant to be
no sight no sound no smell no taste no touch
words dry as ever
like withered leaves rustle until the cold wind sweeps them away
blown away gone forever no trace of something that wasn't ever anyway
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Wow.. stunningly beautiful. I mean that. A lot of poems are written by people who have no true sense of how to express those pieces that ache. They rely in rhymes that generate a certain silliness that I can never get past. Yet.. I have written poems that rhyme too, so I don't want to make a blanket statement on all of them. I think some "would be" poets don't really feel that deep. I know that sounds a bit self righteous of me.. sorry. Feeling things deeply is painful though, so the cost is heavy, and I think people who relate on that deeper level have the right to claim a certain poetic star. I give that star to you.. indeed. I read each line and felt an aching sensitivity.
Now... YOU MUST start your own blog! So you can share who you are~ easier by having something to refer to. Making an innuendo that you write will then be backed up. You do indeed write!
Soo.. OK?
Wonderful, wonderful my poet friend. ~Kathy
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