Tomato

Tomato

A Poem by Poetic Shambles

I know that you like to

have your own say,

but if I agreed with you

we’d both be wrong,

and I know that you’ll always try

to get your own way

but if I followed you we’d both be

going in a strange direction.

Maybe I am a little greedy

with my selection of thoughts,

but to me your words sound

like a rather

pathetic retort,

and maybe these words will fall

a little short

in my longing to be understood.

A tree became a chair

over the years

and through the woods,

but why would you even care

or want to discuss that?

Maybe you’ve been crying,

or you’re just wet

behind the ears,

and I know that if I tried to help you

uncover your deepest fears,

we’d both be a little scared.

sometimes a problem shared

is a problem halved,

so I told her my little secrets

but she just looked puzzled

and laughed.

Maybe it was lost in translation

or maybe I just didn’t pronounce the words

with the right emotions,

like when she says a word

and I say it as well

but it just sounds different.

© 2010 Poetic Shambles


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. oh, but i'm not on facebook ... and yet i'm wondering ... did she say ... toe-may-toe or did she say ... toe-maa-toe ... your writing is phenomenal ... words have so many hues ... and people have so many hues ... and sometimes we get lost ... even in a rainbow ... though it's much worse when it happens in a sea of grey clouds ... even if it sometimes looks more beautiful because it's more poetic ... just my thoughts ... great writing ...

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Jim
Intriguing situation and great voice. I like the subtle hint of the title.

Posted 14 Years Ago


:) Ah...I have a strange feeling that I will visit and revisit this...it is strange how the meaning of words changes when they are spoken by others...how differently we say them...how different the melody of our souls..so much so that understanding the other becomes difficult.....a beautiful piece..You have a unique voice, my friend...

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Poetic Shambles
Poetic Shambles

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