The Right Song to Come Along

We never exchange more than three words with a friend in our lives on that level to which our thoughts and feelings almost habitually rise. - Thoreau

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seething and churning like emulsifying butter

tears of joy and rain running along a tin roof's clogged gutter

a gallow's noose tied with dental floss

hanging 'round my neck like a ponderous albatross

thoughts and memories, siamese twins of feeling along with conjoined emotion

simmered and stirred like a magic potion

rising up in a tidal swell

spinning 'round like an elegiac carousel

a merry-go-round i don't always ride so well

intermittent, blinding glimpses of heaven with occasional, parting gazes of hell

deep within a soul where sentiments not-so-quietly choose to dwell

dark and hazy

ambitious and lazy

lucid and crazy

crystal clear

closer than near

jumping out and grabbing, running and hiding as they ambush then disappear

precious gems and tossed plastic

holistic and caustic

right or wrong, weak and strong

in and out like a fat lady's thong

they can't all be wrong

it won't be long

they're just waiting for

the right song to come along

Author's Note

"In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

So very creative Pete and you got some rhyme in there too as well as a bit of humour and a metaphor. Well done. Enjoyed my visit. Hope you had a pleasant Christmas. All the best for 2024.

Chris

[Pete]

good to "see" you chris. thanks for the shared impressions and wishing you a happy, healthy new year, before you know it, it will be time for gardening again ... :)

[andrew mitchell]

I maybe wrong but I thought this was a metaphorical line “waiting for the right song to come along” was in fact waiting for a lucky break and we all want that lucky break. Nice write Pete.

[Pete]

yes, the whole thing is metaphorical for how we deal with our feelings and emotions. very astute andrew - give that man a cigar ... :)

[Ken Simm.]

This makes me consider what we a contributing to the rape of this planet, A pround and yet true and at the same time surreal. Interesting.

[Pete]

hmm, seems to have struck a chord in you somewhere and somehow ...)