Inspired by; RC (my husband's first two initial and nickname lol) who often quoted "Don't make my brown eyes blue". He loved my brown eyes and I his blue eyes...
I have also been reflecting on the acceptance phase of grief lately. Here goes....
I long for your physical presence again, and to feel that warmth within me I miss your spoken words, even the ones that annoyed me
I long for one more hug, to hear your voice again, but this, I know, you can no longer provide me I miss our togetherness, your support, your love and now I am alone, it is just me
You made my brown eyes blue again and again, but this unwelcomed phase has shaped me No longer sharing adventures together, only recently, I live again without the fear within me
You will always be ingrained in my very being, our shared experiences are now the essence of me So a heartfelt message from me to you, thank you for being you and sharing with me .
OK This is not a Poem, it is a song I wrote for an old band of mine called the Desperate Barnacles (it didn't make the cut for the album!)
It is not sad or melancholic, it relates to those of us who own dogs, those of us who have stood in the street as our beloved pet does it's 'business' and passers by give you the "I hope you're going to pick that up" stare...
I give you, The dog shit blues..(No I seriously thought the band would go for it)
Dog shit blues. By M Clark.
Out in the street just us two,
Bug eyed, hunched, straining, no friend you.
Performing your rite: On this dark night.
Telling the world what you are about to do.
Chorus: Standing here plastic bag in my hand
Waiting to scoop the dump from the land
I realise I got nothing to lose
It’s just a case of the dog shit blues
Sit boy sit! Don’t shit: In full view.
Of passers by who look askew.
At the passage of crap: As it drops from the trap.
Is there no end to your talents - sorry to rain on your parade but I can kind of see why it didn't make the final cut for the album though.
I can go one further than the passers by giving you the "I hope you are going to pick that up stare" we live in a crescent (hence the lack of views or so I tell myself still having View envy 12+ hours later!) I ventured out for the first time alone last Friday with one our our mini-schnauzers and was greeted by a Screeching Banshee a few doors down who proceeded to get louder and louder expressing her displeasure at my dog (who's poop I had cleaned up to perfection I have to say). I now know from other neighbours that she does have some mental issues and it wasn't just me she picked on but talk about a bolt from the blue and a major knock to my confidence on my first outing, it's times like that when I come down to earth with a bang and want to crawl back inside or wear a sign around my neck that says "please leave me alone I've been through a traumatic time and I'm very fragile". Don't get me wrong I have sympathy for anyone in that state but it was I have to admit a very big "pity poor me moment"
Anyway enough of that - I listened to Don't wanna be by Devil Avocados see what you mean about the fast drumming - impressive! I'm sure you'll get up to speed again especially if you're creating a widow scaring tune! I thought it was ok, although a bit punky for my taste (and I do tend to eat avocados rather than listen to them)
In my youth (well I am an old decrepit widow now if the banks and life insurance companies are to be believed) my only leanings to the punk side were the Boomtown Rats & Billy Idol, preferred (and still do) a bit of Genesis, Bruce Springsteen and Bon Jovi.
Hope you have a good day, are you making another batch of soup and knitting a few blankets for the parade later this evening?
Take care & look after yourself and remember do what you feel comfortable doing and not what anyone else wants you to do
