Armed with a grey scale of thought, my eyes bleed magenta. I’ve felt the warmth in blue, burned by the intensity of white, misled by red, questioned yellow— yet I remain translucent to anticipation in display for the eyes of the world
Earth angel I only have eyes for you Only you and you alone.
Why do fools fall in love Under the boardwalk In the still of the night
There goes my baby A teenager in love The wanderer
Since I don’t have you Mr. Postman Save the last dance for me.
I absolutely love Doo Wop and Oldies music. So, I wanted to share an experiment with you. Each line is a song title (if you don’t already know) and making them into a poem. If anything, at least you know some of my favorite songs!
When the boatman’s bell tolls I must answer the call. The crew, one by one, crossing that brow alone. The colors of constellations will remain at half-mast for now. With an uncharted course set, a prayer will be enough to help guide us out. Where we are going no angels will greet us. Instead, we will be welcomed by the songs of sirens behind a veil of salt spray. With Poseidon’s back turned, I can enjoy one last affair with the sea. Carrying only her scent, I can set off to another foreign shore, calling it home.