Squible, squible...

Squible squible, its a sound I heard in my head.
It is a weird one and I know it from any where else.
Like an engine calls for grease, loud squeaks and grinds.
Except this takes your mind television to static.

Slight disturbances, squible squible.
Three songs with a broken fiddle.
All played for your ear.... But no one is good enough.
Nothing as bright as the melodies in my head for you.
All sadly we must wait until it happens.

To be immediately intermediate, soon this will be interrupted.
By a collision of collapsing moments.
Domino effecting my train of thought.
Squible squible, it comes again to taunt.

Violently it whispers in my ear.
What are you doing thinking here?
By this time it has become a shadow of fear.
I'm always behind you. Said with a silver tongue.
Too young to be hung, and too low to be buried.

Times come where there is said remedy.
Where' ere she walks there is plenty.
The ocean blushes blue for her.
It's something o so true, she the remedy.

The squible, squible is now only a scribbling.
To be told now the ending.

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Sorry it took so long for me to review this.

Hmm. I'm assuming that this seems to be a love poem, but I'm not sure. I think I got a little lost between the lines. I did love this part of the poem though:

'Times come where there is said remedy.
Where' ere she walks there is plenty.
The ocean blushes blue for her.
It's something o so true, she the remedy. '

Very nice!

[Steffi]

Love the word choicing throughout the piece really added a nice flow to the work.
The first section read a little choppy and had a random flow but other than that it was a really great piece :D

[Shane Rendon]

"Slight disturbances, squible squible.
Three songs with a broken fiddle."

Good s**t man... REALLY GOOD S**T!!!