‘twas
a million places
a million cries
and
a million winters
ago
in
some ex-ballerina’s
apartment
with eyes
in
a city bewildered
by
snow
‘twas
the time that was perched
tween
the land and the skies
in
a basket of wonder
and
willow
tween
the yesterday’s hurts
and
tomorrow’s goodbyes
rose
petals of dawn
on
the pillow
‘twas
the world that was simple
it
spelled you and I
in
the hand of a happy
beginner
we
would dance on the ceiling
(I
don’t recall why)
and
upset so the ex-
ballerina
when
we left in a hurry
forgetting
to pack
our
mem’ries
she
roused her ire
she
arranged our wings
in
a neat sky-high stack
pirouetted
and
set them on fire
Live
for the Love of it,
The
Happy Amateur
dVerse is paying tribute to Leonard Cohen
nice...i like this much...it spelled you and I
ReplyDeletein the hand of a happy
beginner..ha there i a bit of magic in that...that second stanza, wow...seriously love the voice you use in this...chalk it up to one i wish i'd written.
Thank you, Brian, that's very nice of you to say that :-)
DeleteWow... the last stanza forgetting to pack
ReplyDeleteour mem’ries... very moving.
Thank you, Laurie.
DeleteThis is wonderfully "Cohen-ish." Sounds very much like one of his songs. Nice!!
ReplyDeleteReally? Thank you, this is a wonderful compliment, Mary :-)
DeleteMust be something wrong with me. i like the image of the stack of wings on fire. I think Cohen would understand :-)
ReplyDelete:-) thank you very much, Margo.
DeleteThe wings stanza caught my attention. While we escape, can we ever return? And if so perhaps like the Phoenix and be born into something new and wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your visit. While most of what I write is fiction...The Tomboy Trial was actually true. I was the one who said no. And now I am very content after over 30 years with my sweet hubby. :)
I figured, Jules, it was you :-) but played it safe using the impersonal "girl." Good for you, girl! Stay happy.
DeleteNice seeing you here.
after the happy beginnings "forgetting to pack
ReplyDeleteour mem’ries" feels so sad... as does this:
"tween the yesterday’s hurts
and tomorrow’s goodbyes
rose petals of dawn
on the pillow"
a beautiful poem, it speaks to me
Thank you very much for visiting me and for the comment.
DeleteWonderful! I adore this stanza, and think Leonard Cohen would be proud of you (I've seen him in concert twice and love him, love him, love him):
ReplyDelete‘twas the time that was perched
tween the land and the skies
in a basket of wonder
and willow
tween the yesterday’s hurts
and tomorrow’s goodbyes
rose petals of dawn
on the pillow
I do relate to "love him, love him, love him" :-)
DeleteThank you, Lydia.