Music From Another Room

Music From Another Room

A Poem by Moflo
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I wrote this piece about a year and a half ago, and I keep finding myself revisiting it.

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When I was young I never knew
The kind of s**t you get put through
Just to make yourself a well-liked man:

The places you don't care to list,
The people that you come to miss,
The boundaries that you'll never cross again.

When something comes across the floor
Inviting you to offer more;
Its love again, she's digging in your fate-

Knowing that your time is soon,
When music from another room
Comes playing through the radiator grate.

© 2012 Moflo


Author's Note

Moflo
The picture is a drawing I found in my old notebook I used for class. Yes, I am an awful artist, but if its not clear, its a stick figure man on a sailboat with a girl who has a pile of books beside her. The man is looking back at a nearby Island where another girl looks back at him.

If the picture isn't coming up here is a link to it:

https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/385790_809528466665_36410729_37804614_875085698_n.jpg

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what an interesting little rhyme. Somewhere between Shel Silverstein and John Donne, you've found a hybrid moment to convey; and man does it tear at the substance of the soul.

Like running fingers over old scars,
and remembering why you never want that to happen again,
and then a beautiful distraction
wafts into the room,
and everything goes back into the box.

Great stuff dude.

Cheers!

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Maybe a old poem. I like the desire and the description in the poem. Open the door to many questions. With age we become less hopeful which is sad. Would be a better life if we kept the mind of youth and no fear. A interesting ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


I can't draw well either, just color lol, wish I could but I guess words are better for me. As for the poem, very nice capture of the feeling of music.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I am glad you quit sitting on this wonderful piece. I enjoyed this immensely.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Well, you KNOW I love it. "Just to make yourself a well-liked man..." very true, though you know my personal opinion of being well liked. lol.
I like the simple thoughts here and the mystery of the imagery and how well those 2 elements blend with the length here. Great piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is very intresting, I almost hear you rhyme it. With great points of truth in it. The deep woven metaphors, you keep still as a secret, I like that. Nothing has to be told out for a 100% this makes people think, and puzzzzzle :D

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like the pic. Lol, are you sure you are not a professional??

It's very sweet really....the metaphors are deep, the message...uncertain.
Is it the memories of someone that creeps beneath the door....like a vibration of noise....that haunts you with no escape.

Posted 12 Years Ago


what an interesting little rhyme. Somewhere between Shel Silverstein and John Donne, you've found a hybrid moment to convey; and man does it tear at the substance of the soul.

Like running fingers over old scars,
and remembering why you never want that to happen again,
and then a beautiful distraction
wafts into the room,
and everything goes back into the box.

Great stuff dude.

Cheers!

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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