Author Topic: Poem - Fusillade (Read 1044 times)

Matthew · « **on:** July 10, 2010, 04:47:02 PM »

Fusillade

Far across the wand'ring stream
I sat upon a winged dream
Fancy I should set it free
the day it came for you and me

I grew apart
there in the dark
Looking for chance
I made my plans
Whither we go
Who ever could know
there in the dark
can a dream find its mark?

Far across our own raging sea
We sat aside, and let our dream
fulfill the way it had to go
there is just no way we could know

I grew in turn
there we did learn
Looking for choice
I lost my voice
From here to there
A circle, a square
There in the town
I laid my dream down

In bluster, rancor and tirade
I dealt with that which I had made
In arguments the price I paid
At length was shot a fusillade

Matthew · « **Reply #1 on:** July 10, 2010, 04:55:01 PM »

If my circuмstances had been different (i.e., if I hadn't grown up in a midwestern town with nothing going on and/or hadn't been raised traditional Catholic) I could have seen myself in some kind of band, as a singer and songwriter.

Telesphorus · « **Reply #2 on:** July 10, 2010, 05:28:45 PM »

Quote from: Matthew

If my circuмstances had been different (i.e., if I hadn't grown up in a midwestern town with nothing going on and/or hadn't been raised traditional Catholic) I could have seen myself in some kind of band, as a singer and songwriter.

It seems those sorts of ambitions fill a void in people, although they often lead people nowhere.

Matthew · « **Reply #3 on:** July 10, 2010, 09:52:05 PM »

I suppose so -- I suppose I should just be content to keep it in the realm of "hobby".

Obviously I won't be starting a band anytime soon :)

Matthew