Winter Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Winter
Get high
Take me out of this town
I'm in love with your time and money
Spent on a pretty smile like mine
And the song worries me
I am running out of lines
Hovering instead of soaring
How can it be that I'm flying
Do you wanna jump with me?
Be my baby on the moon
A world, a land that is ours
Violent kind of dreams in infinity
Driving past the stars
Dark and alone
Hold on to the emptiness in outer space
I scream out hands up
But no voice reaches sound waves
This silence is not in my head
And the sun keeps shining
The golden one
Like a Hawaiian dream
Palm trees, tiki lights
Salty winds, the taste of an ocean breeze
Lingering on my lips
From licking your finger
Tastes like love in winter
Like you used to be
Before I fell to pieces
Before you dropped your baby on concrete floors
I wait
Am I alive
Do I wish I was dead?
Or is it all the same tune repeating behind these eyes
So open to the brightness
They sometimes go blind
I breathe in the ghost of sadness passed
Exhale the fragile hopes of happiness in today
Maybe tomorrow
We live in a beautiful world
Floating like angels on fire carved out of stone
Heavy with the burden of the fall
Deaf to your call
My love divine, sweet winter wine
I play the cool fool
Who knows too much to care
Headed for a good time
A real good time
In a fools paradise
I could drive on forever
Sunset after moonrise
Dawn after morning tides
Will it ever be enough?
For this heart, this body, this soul and mind
Of mine
Only a brilliant fool can ever be satisfied
There's a lack of something here
I think I'll always be hungry
Sometimes I think it's best to never find the cause, The cure
Sorrow is art, a crystal glimmer of happiness shining when the sun glows through the window
In an honest cut,
An honest form
Don't obey the world they built around you,
Colour it with the spark of electricity running inside your veins.
Very lovely Leah. YOu did well to tell the change in tides of life. My favorite lines are.... Exhale the fragile hopes of happiness in today Maybe tomorrow I play the cool fool Who knows to much to care. Well done!
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4/26/2024 7:31:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I jotted down five lines that struck me as the poetic argument snaking through the poem. I can't fit all of my thoughts in this box, but here's goes my attempt: A metaphor signals your discontent HOVERING INSTEAD OF SOARING. The quality of experience you want, indeed need is untrammeled, not just being released into flight (which I take to be a metaphor of free and satisfying activities) , but a flight which never cloys or palls or diminishes. The key line is one of self-knowledge: I'LL ALWAYS BE HUNGRY. You also ask yourself: WILL THIS EVER BE ENOUGH? Perhaps a yes/no response is irrelevant. In fact, the whole poem which seems to be one of continual disappointment really disguises a growing resolution inside to NEVER settle for the second-rate, but to persevere in pursuing some transcendent possibility. Is it out there? Only a determined seeker will know that answer.