August 9, 2010
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Your eyes
We sat on a hill
a wingless bird and me
we sat in silence
and watched the geese fly byWe sat on a hill
just the king and mewe looked over his lands
as he began to cry
We sat on a hill
the whole world and me
we looked up at the stars
our arms stretched out on high
We sat on a hill
only you and me
but you materialized
just as I went blind
On that hill we sat
my wingless birds and me
just listening to the night say
that we would never fly
And it’s all because
your eyes are a one-way street
no matter how hard we try
Comments (7)
*thinks* This is a strange, sad poem. It reminds me of a Dixie Chicks song, oddly enough. haha.
Beautiful.
Wow, this is absolutely beautiful.
Wonderful poem.
I like it, and I have a question. “Our arms stretched out on high” seems awkward or something. Do you mean the arms are reaching up high? Or do you mean the arms are stretching out on a high place?
I like thinking about the implications of eyes being a one-way street.
~V
@TheMarriedFreshman -
You’re right, it does seem awkward. I was thinking about that too. It does mean they are reaching up high, as if trying to grab the stars, i.e. toward the heavens. The other alternative is “lifted up high”, but “stretching” more so indicates the unmet desire, i.e. trying to stretch to get what we want, the beauty of the heavens, without being able to actually get it.
I write (privately) about the desire beauty creates in humans that isn’t satisfied by that beauty itself; the yearning for something that makes sense of why the beauty is here in the first place. “Stretching” I think indicates the sort of tension going on in that hankering for more. So it is unclear, but overall I think it makes sense to use.
This seems more like lyrics to be set to music than just a poem.
love it–very nice.