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.


:: 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,

Even week another photo album

Greetings from Italy,


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...



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 =)