If I Could Tell You
Why I’m so uncertain
I would gladly unburden
My heart and yours.
But it seems we have been
Down this road before
With all its twists
And turns.
Still, you take me places
Where I’d never go
Like a wrong turn
On a midnight road
We’ll get to see the Moon,
You smile
And tsk at me
While I fume
Sartre was right,
I’m such an en-soi
But then he thought
Other people were hell…
So what does he know?
What does anyone
Who lives on the edge of oblivion
Know about anything?
As the old man said
In Place Pigalle,
I don’t know—you don’t know,
So what does anyone know?
And that, my Love,
Is why I’m so uncertain,
And I’d tell you if I could
To ease your burden
U sure do have your way with good lines of rhythm and melody.
Well done.
thanks, @gunneresq - you picked up on the underlying cadence- perceptive
Beautiful...
thanks
Tell it before it's too late to say 😊
wOW what paining is something else. This is a painting of my reaction.
the painting is an abstract depiction of uncertainty - it seemed appropriate :)
Another thought provoking piece of prose. Thanks.
thanks
@johnjgeddes So much information thanks for sharing.
you're welcome!
looks like someone vomiting their soul out.
ha ha, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, mind you, I thought the painting portrayed a sense of self doubt as opposed to purging :)
words from past lives and loves.....and a colorful but murky uncertain image to begin your journey.....irony
the form imitates the content, and yes, you understand the nuances :)
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wow!! supar.