family tree

[Jerrybaldy]

I am this person , this is me,
I hang from this branch of the family tree.
I am not so good, it goes unsaid,
I sense this in the dark, awake in bed.
When somebody loves me I don’t understand
how I mustered this magic, sleight of hand.
I am this person, this is me,
I hang from this branch of the family tree.
All that I learn, will die in my bed,
this storage forsaken, in my bald head.
These words are no good, for they could be better,
If my woman quits loving , then f ucking let her.
I am this person, this is me,
I hang from this branch of the family tree.
In my grandchild’s hand, in a dusty attic
I will be captured in distant static.
I am the man that linked this chain,
for you to do it again, then again.
I am this person this is me,
I swang as a child on the family tree.
The blink of an eye, was faster than I
I barely have time to say goodbye.
These lines are yours and yours are mine
all such words will be lost in time.
I was this person, this was me
Who ever you are, then you should be.
I would love to tell you otherwise,
but meanings aren't meant, its all just lies.

[Delta40]

firstly, it's sleight of hand. Secondly, this brought me to tears probably because it reminded me of my own Apples poem and thirdly, because you wrote this so much better than I ever could and filled it with far more. The rythm of the poem almost sounds like This is the House that Jack Built.

One of your better poems for sure Jerry.

[the facade]

JB, I haven't been moved like this in a long time. Thank you.

[Jack of Hearts]

When somebody loves me I don’t understand
How I mustered this magic, slight of hand.


Ouch. And amazing.








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[DieterM]

Really loved your poem; rich and meaningful and, yes, I agree with the facade, moving. I just wonder, shouldn't "led in bed" in line 4 rather be "laid in bed"? I particularly liked the last line btw... "meanings aren't meant, it's all just lies"…

[Bar22do]

Your poem made me feel lonely, a bit bitterly nostalgic and, I don't know exactly how it connected in my mind with both Tatarsky's great movie "Last Year's Snow Was Falling" and with François Villon Ballad's famous line "Where are the snows of yesteryears?" --- Is there a thing that endures through one's life? A beautiful verse, Jerry.

[Jeos]

...liked, though usually I'm against rhyme. It's a "clawing" poem.

[Twota]

awesome ;O

[AuntShecky]

Kudos for using rhyme-- now they weren't so bad, were they? The repetition is very effective, both in the sense of rhythm and to convey the sense of a continuing family tree.

I agree with Delta that this is one of your best. You keep getting better and better.

[Jack of Hearts]

Jesusfeckingchrist JBaldy.








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[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks to you all for your kind comments. Particularly pleased to have moved anybody. At all.

best wishes
JerryB