. Poetry from The Great In-Between: What if Gloria Gaynor wrote poetry?

Friday, September 16, 2022

What if Gloria Gaynor wrote poetry?


Press play before reading. Salute.



This thirst has been sated now that I’ve seen


You've banished all my old memories


So you may now fade  

To reappear


Wherever you go  

Since I'm now ephemeral


A true queen


This place we once shared  

Has lost its feel


So turn away  

Your blue eyes


For I no longer  

In submission


Will kneel  



Seek not to know  

What in here may lie


For that once precious thing


Has now withered and died


  

Look instead to your own life


And step bravely forward  

Not in woe


And let your first steps  

Not be slow  



Show me no mercy  

To going forward


As you have already shown


As they carry you  

To newer plateaus


For when those old winds of gossip  



To me  

Did blow


I saw her and you  

Such a picture show


  

Worry for me not  

For I am sweetly wise


I instead look for words of hope


And sing blissfully  

To newer tender skies  



Our once loved emotions


No longer  

Lie in state


As this funeral lies cold


And un-mourners  

Silently gather to celebrate  

  



This I know  

As I was told


As I finally closed our wedding rings gate


But what they cannot


Comprehend


About this beautiful cat  

With nine lives  



All those gossips and  endless un-friends  



Whenever one rose petal


Drifts from Aphrodite’s  

Red and Golden tree  



To fall and slowly hit the cold ground


And to wither into ruins  

To never bloom as before


Another one called to me  



Before it hit the floor  

And whispered


Courtship can once more lift her lovely head


For true love and beauty


Can still be found


Just not by the judgemental  

The gossips


Or the living dead


But by only those souls  

Who wilfully sing


I may be broken  

But I will survive


Its why God blessed me


For without you  

Inside or by my side


I'm so alive


And I dare you  

To watch me  

As I thrive


For gods blessed me


To find strength to say goodbye


So go


I'll soon find my own pot of gold


At the end of the rainbow


The end of the rainbow  

Now go


I will survive

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy


A dash of fun.  

Have a great Friday all. Salute.


Image shared under fair usage policy via Pinterest.

No comments:

The Oracle in the Mists