Will Dockery wrote:
Yes, I actually did write the poem, or rather supplied the raw materials for Robert Burrows to construct the poem from:
On Monday, December 16, 2002 at 10:22:04 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
Humility (A found poem)
Thanks, though, and I sure wish
I had the guts to
just shut up and go
away. But I'm a
coward, so I have
to keep writing
against the darkness.
Will Dockery 12/16/02
Thanks, though, and I sure wish I had the guts to just shut up and go
away. But I'm a coward, so I have to keep writing against the
darkness.
Will Dockery
Even down to signing my name at the bottom... I'm impressed, Robert.
"In prosperity, our friends know us. In adversity, we know our friends."
J. Churton Collins
Shadowville Rain.
It is
dark and rainy...
sleet is coming in.
Things are quiet and peaceful,
and sleep is far away.
Lost another round
wander through the town
heart sinking pound
as the vibe surround
this alley
thirty one streets over.
I still have my hope
and the knowledge
she still wants me.
But it's a lonesome
end of that story
that pushes me tonight.
Peacefull and so quiet
she lies with
the Fisher King tonight.
Not a sound to hear
she the sleet glistening bright.
She has many options
and knows full well that I am one,
she knows I can tie her loose ends
weave them until they come.
It's a lonesome night
on this road
not a word is spoke
my heart implodes.
It's a bright veiw
in this chair
the taste of her lips on mine
the smell of her hair.
When I think about it
I'm a man and I do not cry.
And I piece together
all the wrong moves
I know all the reasons why.
But I remember the chemistry
that put us in her bed.
How I once again was happy
and I knew love was not dead.
If it takes some time
by God I've got it
and the useless rhyme
she knows I've got it.
And the flowers bloom
for you alone.
Won't you roll away
a heart of stone?
I know you needed time
on your own
but I was there with you
I was never gone.
As I am there with you
as you sleep.
I walk your dreams tonight
and it still is sweet.
Think I'll light this bowl
get in touch with
the subtle pain.
Go deep inside my head
to a time I'll never see again.
When the Summer burn was on us
and we made love that sweet night.
I tossed the catfish aside
I think it was love
painted white.
Went out walking
through the woods yesterday.
The thickets that surround
the railroad tracks.
Thought of the conversation
we had yesterday,
about water and doom and children.
Went out walking
down the road last night
after I'd waved you off from
our sweet meeting.
The cars were roaring
and the lights were
soft and strange
and I thought about compression,
how our time together seems
thousands of years ago.
And maybe we were together
in some other lifetime,
when animals buzzed and birds clarked.
The air was sweet with
the smell of your breath
and nothing was ever really dark.
Yes you loved me before
the Night of The Gimp.
You showed me things
no man had ever seen before.
Your love was sweet
and your eyes were ablaze,
and nothing was hidden
behind your door.
Bonnie Bender is a
sweetly kinda girl,
her eyes are bright hazel
and her hair is brown grey curls.
She showed me truly
that love is not a myth.
She showed me everything
with just one gentle kiss.
She got a heart that's curious
and there's so much
for her to learn.
Whatever option
just keep me on the list,
The Winter will be a long one
and my heat you should not miss.
I will wrap my arms if you want them
and my blanket is for you.
I stand here waiting
and you know these words are true.
Now I wander the a crispy kind of mist
Whatever option
just keep me on your list.
It is
dark and rainy...
sleet is coming in.
Things are quiet and peaceful,
and sleep is far away.
Lost another round
wander through the town
heart sinking pound
as the vibe surround
this alley
thirty one streets over.
I still have my hope
and the knowledge
she still wants me.
-Will Dockery 12-5-02 (for Ellen Horn) (c)2002
And... the actual intended poem...
"In prosperity, our friends know us. In adversity, we know our friends."
J. Churton Collins
Shadowville Rain.
It is
dark and rainy...
sleet is coming in.
Things are quiet and peaceful,
and sleep is far away.
Lost another round
wander through the town
heart sinking pound
as the vibe surround
this alley
thirty one streets over.
I still have my hope
and the knowledge
she still wants me.
But it's a lonesome
end of that story
that pushes me tonight.
Peacefull and so quiet
she lies with
the Fisher King tonight.
Not a sound to hear
she the sleet glistening bright.
She has many options
and knows full well that I am one,
she knows I can tie her loose ends
weave them until they come.
It's a lonesome night
on this road
not a word is spoken
my heart implodes.
It's a bright veiw
in this chair
the taste of her lips on mine
the smell of her hair.
When I think about it
I'm a man and I do not cry.
And I piece together
all the wrong moves
I know all the reasons why.
But I remember the chemistry
that put us in her bed.
How I once again was happy
and I knew love was not dead.
If it takes some time
by God I've got it
and the useless rhyme
she knows I've got it.
And the flowers bloom
for you alone.
Won't you roll away
a heart of stone?
I know you needed time
on your own
but I was there with you
I was never gone.
As I am there with you
as you sleep.
I walk your dreams tonight
and it still is sweet.
Think I'll light this bowl
get in touch with
the subtle pain.
Go deep inside my head
to a time I'll never see again.
When the Summer burn was on us
and we made love that sweet night.
I tossed the catfish aside
I think it was love
painted white.
Went out walking
through the woods yesterday.
The thickets that surround
the railroad tracks.
Thought of the conversation
we had yesterday,
about water and doom and children.
Went out walking
down the road last night
after I'd waved you off from
our sweet meeting.
The cars were roaring
and the lights were
soft and strange
and I thought about compression,
how our time together seems
thousands of years ago.
And maybe we were together
in some other lifetime,
when animals buzzed and birds clarked.
The air was sweet with
the smell of your breath
and nothing was ever really dark.
Yes you loved me before
the Night of The Gimp.
You showed me things
no man had ever seen before.
Your love was sweet
and your eyes were ablaze,
and nothing was hidden
behind your door.
Bonnie Bender is a
sweetly kinda girl,
her eyes are bright hazel
and her hair is brown grey curls.
She showed me truly
that love is not a myth.
She showed me everything
with just one gentle kiss.
She got a heart that's curious
and there's so much
for her to learn.
Whatever option
just keep me on the list.
The Winter will be a long one
and my heat you should not miss.
I will wrap my arms if you want them
and my blanket is for you.
I stand here waiting
and you know these words are true.
Now I wander the a crispy kind of mist
Whatever option
just keep me on your list.
It is
dark and rainy...
sleet is coming in.
Things are quiet and peaceful,
and sleep is far away.
Lost another round
wander through the town
heart sinking pound
as the vibe surround
this alley
thirty one streets over.
I still have my hope
and the knowledge
she still wants me.
-Will Dockery 12-5-02 (for Ellen Horn)
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