Swing

for an old mate who once loved mosh pits...

Swing

 

Bound  

To a tree

Not just held aloft

 

A true

False hope

Suspended

 

One more

Botched drop held

In yesterdays noose

   

Pray for the

Wretched soul

Kicking air

 

The

Final dance

Danced alone

 

Author's Note

they can not all be love songs, can they ....

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

wow ... powerful creative metaphor sir ... i wanted so bad to stay in my joyful swinging memories but this poem sure brought me to reality ...and horrors of lynchings, persecutions, and hate ... the old Westerns hung the bad guys .. that was OK ... its only a movie ... somber closing universally realatable says i! we surely will all swing alone one day ... i like the bold font ... perfect for your poem
E.

[Neville]

Funny what words can do my friend.. I am certainly grateful for those you leave for me here & true.... Neville

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

This is amazing and worth a many rounds of applause.
Fully described intuitively, I can perceived the sense of humor in the configuration of your thoughts.

Great job!

[Neville]

You are indeed very kind Kay, many thanks.... Neville

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

It's my pleasure...

[Neville]

.... then you are indeed very very kind...

[barleygirl]

Your extended metaphor uses "hanging" language to conjure multi-layered ideas about how life strings up ropes/traps to trip us up along our path. You are so brief but so vivid when painting those last kicking moments . . . when will we ever learn? *sigh!* fondly, Margie

[Neville]

I doubt we ever shall my friend, but at least I can thank ya for now... NUGs n Winks a plenty :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"Hang Down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head a cry"
and being jilted, a lot like being hanged...and certainly we are swinging alone...while she rides away with a posse of men.
j.

[Neville]

maybe........ just maybe mind......I'm not hanging around to find out..... cheers jacob.
N.

[Daniela]

This is a very powerful piece of work. The image of someone close to me hanging from a tree makes my heart wrench, but I feel as if suicide needs to be talked about, it needs to be written about and vented about. You have a very emotional poem here, and you’ve evoked many feelings of sadness in me, I praise that.

[Neville]

Thank you for considering these words Daniela and for the sentiment you left behind, a much appreciated visit... Neville

[apennylate]

The lack of summing things up using dissonance is staggering... But like the swing attached to a tree... Maybe we get tired of the same old strings...
Truly a final dance danced alone... That last line is killer, and the repeat word friggin' nails down the whole atmosphere of this...

[Neville]

Thank you for your contemplations Silente-Write, your visit to these words is much appreciated...read moreThank you for your contemplations Silente-Write, your visit to these words is much appreciated...

Neville

[apennylate]

A pleasure, friend

[Neville]

Likewise..

[Edie Blue Starfish]

This is powerful. Gosh. Very moving poem Neville and it makes me wonder how it happens that people meet such an end. How things go unnoticed. And yet it's all too common.

[Neville]

yes, very sad and certainly very common.. many thanks for checking in EBS.. tis much appreciated.. Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Shocking imagery here Neville. To lose friends to suicide, a life changing event. You would never forget. The image of that noose brings all sorts of horrors to me. Mental health issues at the forefront of my mind but there are others too. There is much injustice in the world and always has been. Powerful lines. Good morning.

Chris

[Neville]

There is much truth to the words you leave here & I thank you for them. Good Morning.

Neville