Tuesday, August 24, 2010

E.M. Forrester sat inside a room filled with dread, filled with doom

His heart ached to be whole again. He wanted to be what he considered "normal"

He stared out his window at the children while they played

He felt the barriers that come with age

His thoughts ran to the time when he was young- When the taste of life was new upon his tongue

Remembered snowy days, and Autumn sun

Thoughts of his true love seared his mind..Her breasts against his chest in Winter. He thought of the way he use to trace his thumbs down the frame of her cheek bones

Holding his breath at her beauty

Wanting so much for that moment to be freeze framed for all time- For the world to stop turning- So caught up was he in her love

But time only stands still in our feeble minds- And the moment vanished like a specter in a shady field of grey

And E.M. Forrester was alone again in a room full of books and dust and memories.

By Rue @2010

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

That would make an interesting song.

"But time only stands still in our feeble minds- And the moment vanished like a specter in a shady field of grey"

very nice. very nice indeed.

hang in there.

@2liveis2fly

Heart of the Mermaid said...

thanks bryan..i so appreciate your every comment..love Rue

Anonymous said...

Thanks. I actually pulled out the acoustic this evening and played around a little bit with the verse/chorus thing.

The poem reminded me a lot of e.e. cummings. Google him sometime if you're not familiar.

@2liveis2fly - "We all got holes to fill, And them holes are all that's real"

Heart of the Mermaid said...

You really did that? That is very cool. xoxo Rue

Eri said...

Rue-
& E.M. Forster wrote and so do you.
You've got a lot of power in your writing.

Heart of the Mermaid said...

thank you Eri..love Rue

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Jessica Joy said...

I'm intrigued...