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the end of a love song

Updated on February 25, 2013

The love songs

were playing their revenge

skipping stones

through the loudspeakers

down the narrow road

blocked off

dead end


I saw my foot prints in the snow

going back and forth from home

sleep walking

I presumed


Ivory churned muddy red as I followed

startled

I hid behind the trenches

where the weeping willows had fallen

to their knees

where the canaries song fell asleep

wondering what might have been

if I had chosen another path

for now I see the broken glass


staring down into my yellow stained hands

the landscape littered with shards of eggshells

and tiny aborted birds

in the quiet

I heard my heart

beating


I looked where it should be

where it's always been

but there it was

an arm's length away from me


I wanted to hear

what it had to say

I needed to know

if there was an echo

so I gently held it like a quivering white bunny

placing the pulse up to my ear

Curious

as to what I might hear

the sweet ocean tide

or an empty scream

pouring hollow copper

bullets


a funeral procession passed my way

the monks were drinking their own saliva

in cups of broken cathedral bells


my hands began convulsing

trying to not let my heart slip

dripping cold sweat

crimson candle wax

and all I could do was watch

as it fell from my grip

into dead rose bushes

and diseased road kill


my lips cracked with the ice falling

I prayed

for God to give me the strength

to suck out all the poison

and wash it clean again


the arctic winds began blowing

with the intent from an enemy

but they couldn't dry my cold wet sleeves

coughing up dry, crumbling dreams


Suddenly every stolen kiss

grew silent

ly through the trees

wisdom's oak was cut down by foolish intent

the consequences forgot to remember

to bring the key

all the doors were locked


the fog lifted

and a witch emerged from her cavern

far below this bloody trail

wearing a mask I've seen before

with Cupid hanging around her neck like a purple gem stone

She said,"Now,

I'm done with you."


then walked away

slowing singing

'Hey Jude'

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      A STANDING OVATION.. how wonderful.... your words ,, carry me away.. to... my hands began convulsing

      trying to not let my heart slip

      dripping cold sweat

      I love these lines..

      Oh yes.. a standing ovation

      voted up and sharing

      Debbie

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Wow, beyond amazing poetry!!!! Stunning . . . I am at a loss for words.

      Voted up +++ and must share!

      God bless, Faith Reaper

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      torrilynn 4 years ago

      SiberianWolf,

      really amazing showcase of poetry that you have here.

      i find it beautiful and awe inspiring.

      your an amazing writer with an eye for detail

      voted up

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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      Down here on earth we appreciate the view of the skies. Thank you

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Very good, Eric. Impressive work of poetry you've laid down.

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      Hello Sir Eric - again , you have written another epic poetic manifesto.

      I love the intensity and the scope of your words and it has all come out of your beautiful creative heart and mind - truly a force of literary nature I would say and it's been a pleasure to have met you my friend.

      Sending warm wishes and good energy from lake erie time ontario canada 5:33pm where we are receiving a mix of rain and snow tonight and high winds too

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Incredible journey of poetic fantasy. And Hey, Jude still rings in my ears.... Passing this on.

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      Eric T. Shortridge 4 years ago from MidWest

      Debbie... Good Morning my friend! Thanks so much! No better feeling when others feel the ink :) Hope your day is filled with joy and hapiness

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      Eric T. Shortridge 4 years ago from MidWest

      Faith Reaper :) always good to see you here :) thanks so much!!! Makes me smile!

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      Eric T. Shortridge 4 years ago from MidWest

      torrilynn.... thanks so very much! I appreciate your time and words my friend! Hope you are doing well this cold winter day :)

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      Eric T. Shortridge 4 years ago from MidWest

      Mhatter... thanks so much, love the way you have with words :)

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      Eric T. Shortridge 4 years ago from MidWest

      hey Wayne.... thanks my friend... appreciate that... and you feeling the ink... no better feeling :)

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      Eric T. Shortridge 4 years ago from MidWest

      Morning epigramman... likewise my friend! Always love finding you here... a brisk 32 degrees F here in the Midwest... drinking some hot coffee and reading comments :) always appreciate your presence my friend

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      Eric T. Shortridge 4 years ago from MidWest

      Thanks so much Gypsy... your words lift me up this cold winter morning :) always love finding you here... thanks so much!! God bless!

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