A motorbike speeds in the distance,
it’s 1am and my thoughts are of you.
Wind blows chimes and my cigarette
as I stand by the window.
I belong here tonight.
A minor crime, a minor slip,
it’s nothing compared to the promise I still keep.
Cars find their way home,
neighbours sleep,
and I stand vigil once more.
Pages of letters,
confessions,
feelings,
words I wrote and emotions I felt.
The cold air keeps me awake,
and I lean on the frame as this town says goodnight.
Do I belong?
Questions I ask myself.
Am I still a child,
despite all my efforts?
(c) 2008
Cindy Eksuzian
June 6, 2011 at 9:15 pm
Your words evoke the quiet stillness that surrounds in the dark, and a sense of matter of fact, yet deep at the same time. Very intriguing poetry!
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 7, 2011 at 11:52 am
Thanks for reading!
Jingle
June 7, 2011 at 12:18 am
Agree with Cindy,
skillful write.
Happy Rally.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 7, 2011 at 11:49 am
Thank you, and you too.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 7, 2011 at 11:49 am
Thank you very much!
Astrid
June 7, 2011 at 9:57 am
This is a beautiful poem. Thank you for writing it. And thanks for visiting my blog. I will come back to yours often.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 7, 2011 at 11:49 am
Thank you. I really enjoyed reading your blog
Jyoti
June 7, 2011 at 11:49 am
Beautiful…
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 7, 2011 at 3:26 pm
Thank you
frayedges
June 7, 2011 at 1:24 pm
I really like this. It is a bit melancholy and I can visualize the scene at night by the window.
Ravenblack
June 7, 2011 at 2:47 pm
Beautifully written. Loved these lines:
“The cold air keeps me awake,
and I lean on the frame as this town says goodnight.”
A very clear picture of the mood of your poem.
mindlovemisery
June 7, 2011 at 7:36 pm
I love the imagery sounds like rebellion
whimsyrighthere
June 7, 2011 at 10:09 pm
Maybe being a child is just the human experience. I wonder where we got the idea that at a certain age we would feel differently?
15homegreenhome
June 8, 2011 at 12:31 am
love your poem
– melancholy and visual – love the line “Wind blows chimes and my cigarette
as I stand by the window.”
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 14, 2011 at 2:30 pm
Thank you very much, those are my favourite lines too.
Leonargo
June 8, 2011 at 3:58 am
Beautiful piece… Perhaps we are all still children
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 14, 2011 at 2:29 pm
Perhaps – and perhaps that’s not always such a bad thing
mkinchlow
June 9, 2011 at 12:46 am
Wow!!!!!
Mr.memo
June 9, 2011 at 10:57 pm
nice one….
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 14, 2011 at 2:26 pm
Thank you.
Tally
June 10, 2011 at 7:39 pm
Love the last two lines, great poem.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 14, 2011 at 2:21 pm
Thank you, I wrote the last two lines first, then worked the rest around it.