M's Poetry
A Pause Before Salute
A Pause Before Salute
The hour is out of joint
pleasantries spill forward
river of words
what makes the truth so annointing?
It's all in the eyes of the beholder
so all these hugs I feel such emptiness
it was all I was given
all this shattered innocence
and these standards of living......
Questions that burn in my head
hanging like shadows over the sun
staring out like the eyes of the dead
and sometimes my soul flickers
when the wind of change blows cold
a break of repetition
find me longing for the familiar and old
What I say, what I think
what I put down in ink
I'm only trying to find a way to understand
how this day came about
how I feel emotions so foreign
I am left with only myself
I feel so lonely
no one beside me....no one in my following
and I found solace
in none of the sea of faces
the silence I felt
although noise surrounded me today
it felt cheap to send you off this way
with a meaningless movement of the jaws
and in my rage and complete sadness
I find I still need to find a way
to give your life more than just hollow applause
So from the pit of my stomachto the depths of my mind
inside the chambers of my heart
in between these black and white lines
at this space that I've rented
I salute what you meant
though you try so hard to prevent it....
2006@ Megan Watkins
The hour is out of joint
pleasantries spill forward
river of words
what makes the truth so annointing?
It's all in the eyes of the beholder
so all these hugs I feel such emptiness
it was all I was given
all this shattered innocence
and these standards of living......
Questions that burn in my head
hanging like shadows over the sun
staring out like the eyes of the dead
and sometimes my soul flickers
when the wind of change blows cold
a break of repetition
find me longing for the familiar and old
What I say, what I think
what I put down in ink
I'm only trying to find a way to understand
how this day came about
how I feel emotions so foreign
I am left with only myself
I feel so lonely
no one beside me....no one in my following
and I found solace
in none of the sea of faces
the silence I felt
although noise surrounded me today
it felt cheap to send you off this way
with a meaningless movement of the jaws
and in my rage and complete sadness
I find I still need to find a way
to give your life more than just hollow applause
So from the pit of my stomachto the depths of my mind
inside the chambers of my heart
in between these black and white lines
at this space that I've rented
I salute what you meant
though you try so hard to prevent it....
2006@ Megan Watkins
