Michael Griffiths
Rock n' Roll Doggie
?Filler: Positive Rhythms in Negative Space?
Sitting here
drawing hearts with empty spaces
I?m being filled by
something.
Listening to Leonard Cohen,
your favourite,
(not depressing, but enlightening, you once said)
I get lost,
and pulled into the current?
his voice.
The music grabs me,
unaware,
and I fall away into the flow of it all:
??take this longing from my tongue?
Let me see your beauty broken down?
like you would do? for one you
loved??
My mind flows backwards
buoyant
in the current?
I see you again: under a cloak
of long dark hair,
dark
eyes as large as your world
lost,
and you disappeared
into the world,
and out of my eyes??
reach:
the music takes me there?
back to Europe:
you walk the cobblestone path
of Prague.
The air is crisp;
your past is cold?
warmth
the sunshine scatters across the cobblestone,
and leads you past the alleyways,
through the shadows
and empty spaces.
You feel the warmth beneath your feet:
grounded.
Out of the bright morning light
you kiss us both
(Leonard and me)
goodnight?
??like you would do?for one you loved??
The song comes to an end.
The c.d. player stops,
resonating:
??like you would do?for one you loved??
??like you would do?for one you loved??
??like you would do??
By Michael Griffiths
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The Tempest
Sitting here
drawing hearts with empty spaces
I?m being filled by
something.
Listening to Leonard Cohen,
your favourite,
(not depressing, but enlightening, you once said)
I get lost,
and pulled into the current?
his voice.
The music grabs me,
unaware,
and I fall away into the flow of it all:
??take this longing from my tongue?
Let me see your beauty broken down?
like you would do? for one you
loved??
My mind flows backwards
buoyant
in the current?
I see you again: under a cloak
of long dark hair,
dark
eyes as large as your world
lost,
and you disappeared
into the world,
and out of my eyes??
reach:
the music takes me there?
back to Europe:
you walk the cobblestone path
of Prague.
The air is crisp;
your past is cold?
warmth
the sunshine scatters across the cobblestone,
and leads you past the alleyways,
through the shadows
and empty spaces.
You feel the warmth beneath your feet:
grounded.
Out of the bright morning light
you kiss us both
(Leonard and me)
goodnight?
??like you would do?for one you loved??
The song comes to an end.
The c.d. player stops,
resonating:
??like you would do?for one you loved??
??like you would do?for one you loved??
??like you would do??
By Michael Griffiths
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The Tempest