Contrasting Worlds'A Poem by Mark Heathcote
“I” or should I say my dearest friend We have noted every difference… Since our loves, charade ended. I go to church and I count my penance… As you my dearest tests my temperance.
I long for you on that tall barstool… Next to me laughing like an infant fool.
I am disillusioned by our contrasting Worlds'. I am disillusioned by my blossoming smiles fading grey… I am disillusioned by our contrasting Worlds'. But here in this morning, songbirds jazz… I am disillusioned in what you didn’t say.
I longed for you to air brush my way… Next to me I wanted you to connect with me Like an oceans spray, against the quay. Tell me every cloud esprit filled with a sun ray. Tell me I was all that mattered each and every day.
But know I’m disillusioned by our contrasting Worlds'. And all those songbirds - on my windowsill With all their jazzy buzzing’s renditions… Of the souls they’d shared with in the morning air. Oh how I wish you’d unleash and take my heart to Nashville
Take my heart there’ like I’d been to church… Sing in these isles to me my dearest of eternity, And not just from another bar stool… Even if like you, I like laughing, like an infant fool. Just take my heart back with you to Sunday school. Cause I am now disillusioned by our contrasting Worlds'. I am now disillusioned by our contrasting Worlds'. © 2013 Mark HeathcoteReviews
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1 Review Added on November 20, 2013 Last Updated on November 20, 2013 AuthorMark HeathcoteMancheter, United KingdomAboutI like all kinds of poems but I tend to gravitate toward eastern spiritual poetry. My muse almost demands it of me. So you may find quite a few being poured out from time to time. I all so write man.. more..Writing
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