Songs For Free

Songs For Free

A Poem by Phillip W Parsons

In the swale below the elm
And not so far from the wooded hut
Where the ax-man rests

Within view of the great house
Where nobody lives

And cut through by the shallow brook
Who's bed still hides little yellow flakes
Overlooked by the violent Goldrush

Set apart from the Valley 
By an ancient split-rail fence
Erected not to separate
But to demarcate
As points on a map

There below the lone rain cloud
Who's sole purpose is to feed the brook
And keep the crows away

There in the lonely place
Lost to time

There south of the bustling town
Who's bell broke in such a way
As it has never stopped ringing

East of the Ocean
Unfettered by time

Cast out of the seasons
And imagined nightly
By boys who refuse to become men
Girls who refuse to wear skirts
Fences that refuse to be painted white

Sleepers awaken
And draw a veil 
Between those lovely things they desire
And what they've learned to expect

Deep in the swale
Below the elm
Who's leaves refuse to fall

Not so far from the wooded hut
And the ax-man's smokeless chimney

Bisected by the shallow brook
Still hiding her secrets

There
Resides a deep well made shallow 
By the abundance
Of otherwise ordinary pebbles
Tossed in, abandoned
By morning and its rules

But they are, each of them

Songs

Poems

Stories

Mad love

Laughter so genuine it hurts

Living ghosts of those
To whom we have said goodbye
But never let go

Dreams

And they are all
Each of them
More precious than nearby gold

And they are all
Each of them
Free

© 2019 Phillip W Parsons


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Yeah. This is good. I found myself looking ahead and having to pull back to the prose. Where was this going? What is the point???? But I like it. I feel it is about the Writer's Cafe in general. All of us. Just writing and posting and giving. We don't expect anything. We don't want anything. We just blurt. We want to get it out there. No obituary. No headstone. All you want to know is right here. F**k the legacy. None of us survive. AWESOME.

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Yeah. This is good. I found myself looking ahead and having to pull back to the prose. Where was this going? What is the point???? But I like it. I feel it is about the Writer's Cafe in general. All of us. Just writing and posting and giving. We don't expect anything. We don't want anything. We just blurt. We want to get it out there. No obituary. No headstone. All you want to know is right here. F**k the legacy. None of us survive. AWESOME.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Added on December 16, 2019
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