i'm so tired of
tangling
tangling
with the moon
over you
over you
the way she leaves you
hanging
hanging
as she changes
her view
her view
yet there you wait
starry eyed,
thumbin'
or a ride
thumbin'
or a ride
for her to
come around
come around
and take you
with the tide
with the tide
me,
i’m not celestial
got my feet
in the clay
i'm down
to earth
yeah babe,
terrestrial
my desire's not
a phase
if i could have
your full attention
to show you that
my shine
is real love,
not a reflection
from the fire
that burns inside
but i'm so tired of
tangling
and i'm tired of
waiting
waiting
as she leaves you
hanging,
pining,
changing her view
could i just have
hanging,
pining,
changing her view
could i just have
some of your affection
i'd like to
show you
real love, not a reflection
love true blue
Rene ~ 2013
i'd like to
show you
real love, not a reflection
love true blue
Rene ~ 2013
sounds like someone has heavenly bodies in their eyes instead of hearts on their minds...
ReplyDeleteLove is lunacy, babe. ;-) There's just no explaining it.
ReplyDeleteThe moon does weird things to all of us...
ReplyDeletexoxoxoxox
your writing just gets better and better, rene. it's exhilirating!
ReplyDeletei agree with marian. your poems always have such economy of language, so much depth of meaning with so few words.
ReplyDeleteRene,
ReplyDeleteThis reads like lyrics to a soulfully sung song. Find a collaborator!
saw the moon pic on Pearl's sidebar blogroll.
ReplyDeleteI like the reflection idea.
Really like the title. The words flow really well.
ReplyDeleteme, i’m not celestial
got my feet in the clay
i'm down to earth
yeah babe, terrestrial
my desire's not a phase
this is defintely my favorite part.
Wow! Love this!
ReplyDeleteI tend to agree with Kim Nelson above - this would make a beautiful song. The words alone have a musical quality, too.
ReplyDeleteand me? I'm just plain tired.
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah, especially lovely! I think somebody said it ought to be a song, and I completely agree!
ReplyDeleteFucking. Brilliant. Girl, definitely my favorite of yours and boy does it speak volumes. Reminds me of a time a little over a year ago, getting out of something that wasn't good. Yet with a musical twang. Killer.
ReplyDeleteThanks to Brian's comment, I'm reminded of that Earl Thomas Conley song "Heavenly Bodies." It's so perfect.
ReplyDelete"I'm gonna sit here from now until closing time,
just working on making your heavenly body all mine."
It's everything that's right about country music.
Love that first line and of course all the rest too!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful! The first stanza is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteThis whole poem went by me singing to the tune of an old Canned Heat song (so tired of crawlin/but i'm up/on the road again)it really is a/the blues--and man, they are hard to shake. Been there, and that reflection is blinding. Fine poem, Rene.
ReplyDeleteI love this piece. The flow is smooth and I am left with a powerful feeling.
ReplyDeleteFrom the heart...
ReplyDeletei remember tangling with the moon at one time...it is a hair raising event that leads to growth and resounding strength...nice...bkm
ReplyDeleteI love everything about this poem - the contrast between the airy changeable people and the earth-bound, practical people. Never the two shall meet, I'm afraid.
ReplyDeleteNew way here and a good one of saying those things...the friend that tells you everything about the love of his life while you only have eyes for him. Very creative and fresh. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for the wonderful comments.
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