My heart beats on your door

[SWITZ]

Before dawn
I came to whisper to you
here with the moon resting beside
my tired eyes
warm words trickled through the frozen grass
as my heart beat on you door
I know its a door you can't open
I know that you can't hear my cries
I'm just hopin' that you can feel
my heart beat on the other side.

[linda_lakeside]

I think this is very nice, SWiTZ. It's tender, sweet. I'm sorry, but that's all I can say with any certainty. If you've ever had the misfortune to see one of my poetry 'crits', you know what I mean. Still, yes, it sends a message I think many of us would like to receive.

Linda.

[SWITZ]

Thanks Linda you're very kind
I was going through old poems and that one just hit me hard again. I was sitting in a coffee shop writing a few weeks back when a blues song that was playing connected to the poem and this song just flooded out.


I waited at the crossroads
I waited night and day
saw the flames acomin' from a thousand miles away
but I got so tired of runnin'
that I had to stop at last
I had to turn and face
the raging fires of my past
Oh..the fires they blew right though me and left
me naked at last
I'm crawling back with shinning tears
dressed in smokin' rags
warm whispers trickled through the fozen grass
and now before dawn...
my heart beats on your door
mY heart beats on your door

Your soft lips sink deep into my heart
love oozes from my wounds
your hands they burn my skin
and underneath thesee smokin' rags
my heart begins to beat again

And the memories of the past just blew right through me
and left me naked at last
I'm crawling back with shinning tears
dressed in smokin' rags
warm whispers trickled through the fozen grass
and now before dawn...
my heart beats on your door
my heart beats on your door

And I hope that you can hear me on the other side
as my heart beats on your door.

[Pedant]

Thanks Linda you're very kind
I was going through old poems and that one just hit me hard again. I was sitting in a coffee shop writing a few weeks back when a blues song that was playing connected to the poem and this song just flooded out.


I waited at the crossroads
I waited night and day
saw the flames acomin' from a thousand miles away
but I got so tired of runnin'
that I had to stop at last
I had to turn and face
the raging fires of my past
Oh..the fires they blew right though me and left
me naked at last
I'm crawling back with shinning tears
dressed in smokin' rags
warm whispers trickled through the fozen grass
and now before dawn...
my heart beats on your door
mY heart beats on your door

Your soft lips sink deep into my heart
love oozes from my wounds
your hands they burn my skin
and underneath thesee smokin' rags
my heart begins to beat again

And the memories of the past just blew right through me
and left me naked at last
I'm crawling back with shinning tears
dressed in smokin' rags
warm whispers trickled through the fozen grass
and now before dawn...
my heart beats on your door
my heart beats on your door

And I hope that you can hear me on the other side
as my heart beats on your door.

I just hate those tears that fall all the way onto the shins, don´t you?

[Pedant]

MY DOOR BEATS ON YOUR HEART



I have been trying for years to get in
I have pleaded with each body part
from your neck-hair to
your shin
now I need a weapon
to smash my way
straight in
look there´s a door
no it´s ajar
no! it is a door
and I am using it
to beat your heart
at least
it´s a start

[linda_lakeside]

Thank you Pedant (do you have brother named 'ic'?), different family perhaps.

I think Craig did a very nice job with this. We, who are not poets, tend to look for the beauty instead of the beast. I appreciated SWITZ' contribution very much. It seems some of our more active forum poets are taking a rest. Therefore, I can even view your contribution, Pedant, with a sparkle in me eye, (the other having rolled over somewhere near the door, I think) I better go find it.

Thanks all. Good work, SWITZ. I was going to reply to the 'song' version this morning, but had little time.

Regards,
Linda.

[linda_lakeside]

Pedant,

I think your pome was quite clever. I guess one could not use a door that was ajar to beat against anything. It would pretty well have to be off its hinges and lying on the floor - well it ryhmed with 'door'. Keep it up, I'm sure you will 'break through' some day soon.

Regards,
Linda.

[SWITZ]

THANKS LINDA

....and P..P...Pid..Pith...Pithant....Pissant....


Switz the cat