Kill Me Softly

....a poem in 4 parts....

Kill Me Softly

 

1.

We played in moon light,

feet dangling in spring fed waters,

words sung to Cassiopeia

and told our story;

killing us softly when the dawn rose.

 

2.

Amongst Sycamore and Oak,

ancient memories float in the leaves,

are warmed by a Summer’s breeze

and speaks to anyone who listens.

 

3.

A yellow sun peeks over the horizon,

pastels reflect off smooth waters,

but the day begins with turmoil,

the future as yet unknown;

yet there are those who dream

of better tomorrows,

and welcome the coming storms.

 

4.

Janis once say:

“it’s all the same f*****g day…”

but the Sycamore still stands,

sheds its bark,

reaches for the stars.

We alone can change the river’s course,

sow and reap

our future,

making dreams become reality

while bathing under a yellow sun

killing us softly with its light.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 3.26.21

Author's Note

....thanks for reading

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"strumming my face with his fingers, singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song, killing me softly"
What a voice she had...Roberta Flack...

beautifully imaged poetry here, Curt.
Amazing how visual you always are with your words....your poems jump off the page.
j.

[redzone]

thanks Jacob for your kind review..... Roberta Flack, what an inspiring voice.... I almost used her song, but there was something about the Fugee version that made my use of the song more ironic... perhaps it was Wycleff's background words or a more upbeat sound, in any case I think Roberta Flack and her music some of the "tenderness" that came out of the revolutionary times of the 70's,,,, her and Donny Hathaway tore up the scene back in the day....