side affects ... of synonyms & cliche
perhaps too much was already said...
maybe a wing has healed enough
to find the strength to fly
possibly a sense of ever belonging
anywhere is perception...
conceivably the weight of gravity is too much
to arise from groundedness
expecting to fly...
perhaps there is no end to find...
apparently there are too many questions
and not enough answers...
possibly a soul is lost inside...
imaginably silence is golden...
for all one knows
this was all a dream...
~
When the music is over turn out the lights
When the music is over go out into the light
~
where honeysuckle hummingbirds whir,
buttercup bumble bees buzz atop yellow…
for all one knows
there is not that much that changes.
perchance we just repeat so …
imaginably we are always as blind as we want to be...
likely hearing what we want to hear
inevitably just disregarding the rest...
~
© Harlon Rivers ... 2013
Authors note:
One day...
I listened to a song that skipped just before the end of a vinyl LP...Perhaps, I thought it may have been the work of a soothsayer but an omen nonetheless because "perhaps" was too misunderstood....
What to do? First the record's ruminating skip was driving me crazy (short drive) ... I elevated the stylus, sat it down and took ol' blue out to walk the influence of the song's moment off (!)
As we strolled, the cliches ruminated out loud like the ticks and clicks of a scared record, another life flashed back and forth before my eyes. In a moment I realized we're not that different... and what's in a name(?)
"I spent the day with my old dog mo
"Walkin' down an old dirt road
What he's thinkin' about
I don't know
But for him i bet the time
Just goes so slow
He's just a dog you know"
Blue rivers keep right on rollin...♪♫♫♪♪ ∞
song writer; Eric Andersen
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