Thursday, November 12, 2009

A song from the grave

I am but a drifting cloud in the sky
I am but a blade of grasss
I am but a teardrop in a blind man’s eye
I am but a broken piece of glass

I am but a grain of desert sand
I am but a whisper of the wind
I am but a forgotten gypsy band
I am but a loveless soul that never twinned

I am but a lonely house in the bare tree
I am but a ring in a church bell
I am but a low tide in the deep sea
I am but a leaf that withered and fell

I am but a sad song they sing along with
I am but a ghost you can’t see
I am but a lost, forlorn myth
I am but a memory.

12 comments:

:: Pearly :: said...

nicely written!
:)

BloggerMouth said...

Thanks Anu :)

Brosreview said...

Hmm, I was about to write that the title and the song/poem do not complement each other very well.

But, then, after reading it more than once, I take that back. I think I was in some "death metal" mode when I comprehended about the title. Why do I do that?

ABOUT THE SONG/POEM: It is thoughtfully written! Nicely done!

BloggerMouth said...

Thanks Bros :)

Ivo Serentha and Friends said...

My compliments for your blog and pictures included,I encourage you to photoblog,

http://photosphera01.spaces.live.com

Even week another photo album

Greetings from Italy,

Marlow

BloggerMouth said...

Grazie Ivo! I'll try my hands at this if and when I get my much coveted DSLR!

joaquin carvel said...

love this - how the gravity of the title seems to clash with what seem to be whimiscal lines - and how the whimsy give way to the same gavity. i especially love "a teardrop in a blind man’s eye" and "a forgotten gypsy band" - and the irony of it.

BloggerMouth said...

Thank you so much :)

Medha said...

(:


Endearing.

BloggerMouth said...

Thanks Medha :)

Pesto Sauce said...

I am what you always wanted to be
I am what I always could be

I am what I am

BloggerMouth said...

Pesto =)