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I secretly gave up on you

I secretly gave up on you
Sure, I still go through the motions
“My name is Sue, how do you do?”
But I secretly gave up on you

I secretly gave up on you
These fleeting fragments of now
Together cannot create a future
You’re stuck in my past
So I secretly gave up on you

If we were to meet like we once met
What would I say to you?

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Hello, how do you do?
I secretly gave up on you

If you don’t have a clue with how much emotion the sentence “My name is Sue, how do you do” can be spoken, you probably don’t know this Johnny Cash song:
Safe to say that in this poem, that sentence is meant as a metaphor for saying one thing and meaning another.

How I wish

How I wish you weren’t here
too many lost souls
swimming in this small bowl

Silently screaming, awkwardly appealing
to my sense of saviour

See me, feel me, touch me, hear me,
write me a song, pen me a letter,
tend to my needs, make me feel good

How I wish I didn’t hear
your lost soul
echoing in this fish bowl

I know you want to be found
but I’m not searching

Yesterday’s prompt was to use overheard conversation. In this case it’s an overheard song, Pink Floyd’s Wish you were here. And I’ve added a bit of The Who.


When he banged his head
his hair- so long
swished – so luscious
the strands – mesmerising

I barely heard
his voice- so loud
roaring – with passion
the grunts – in tune

And slowly we rot

The #NaPoWriMo prompt: Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.

Metal and long hair always went together well. But as the fans grow older, their heads get bolder. That’s what I see around me. The band Obituary started at the end of the 80’s. On Speedfest 2015 they took the stage. Much to my surprise, there was a lot of hair on stage. I’m glad the prompt today made me write an ode 😉

The video shows long hair at 0.53, and is great to study if you’ve never been to e matalf festival and wonder what people do there.

Pissing in the river/I can do anything

Pissing in the river
watching it rise
I can do anything

Walking through the sea
watching it part
I can do anything

Making land from water
on a Sunday afternoon
I can do anything

Giving birth to a child
who refuses to do what I want him to
because he has a mind of his own

I can do anything

This poem was conceived during a Patti Smith live show. She’s an inspiration.

Not feeling good

Birds flying high
don’t know how I feel
The sun in the sky
won’t know how I feel

There’s no new dawn
no new day
no new life
for me

Empathy is a lie
you don’t know how I feel
Don’t even try
to know how I feel

There’s no new day
no new light
no new life
for me

Here’s the intro for the prompt for #OctPoWriMo day10: “Today is World Mental Health Day, first established in 1992 by the World Federation for Mental Health. It’s a day to raise awareness about mental health issues through education and advocacy. One in four adults and one in five children will experience mental illness this year. (Resource: NAMI)”
Thinking about the prompt, this beautiful Nina Simone Song turned into something bleak in my head….