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I take a break from my guilt

A night of fun with my unrequited love

He’s unrequited but not really my love

I need him for much bigger things

Bob Seger’s voice haunts

Somewhere tonight someone’s thinking back to someone who got closer

 

I try hard to concentrate

this song is about me

this song is about my love life

this song is about my woe

 

Only I don’t believe myself

I believe in the tears I feel dripping from my chin

and the sound of my ugly cry noises

 

Someone’s not quite sad, only disbelieving

 

This is not about her

it is not about her

it’s not about her

She’s not being sung about

this song is not about her

except that it is

 

it’s a song about her absence

 

Somewhere tonight

any number of things are happening

but she isn’t

she’s not happening, she’s happened

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8 responses to “happen”

  1. 1writegirl Avatar
    1writegirl

    Oh, no ML you got lots of time left to happen…and i think you are on your way.

  2. Uncle Tree Avatar
    Uncle Tree

    Is there anything that hasn’t happened yet?
    I think you have it all
    wrapped up somewhere, lady.

    I’d love to see your night moves.
    This was a good one, dear. Kudos!

  3. Val Avatar
    Val

    The wonderful thing about your poetry and you medicatedlady, is that you have many happenings, like the mythical phoenix.

  4. medicatedlady Avatar
    medicatedlady

    Thanks, all.

    With the death of my aunt, I am struck numb and dumb by the contrast of my living and happening and her death and having happened.

    I appreciate the reassurance that I do exist, that I do happen, that I will happen, for a while at least.

  5. medicatedlady Avatar
    medicatedlady

    More specifically.

    1writegirl–always a great encouragement…thank you.

    Uncle Tree–all there is in this world are night moves, of course.

    Val–those sentiments touch me.

  6. mariana Avatar
    mariana

    Feelings are more dangerous than ideas, because they aren’t susceptible to rational evaluation. They grow quietly, spreading underground, and erupt suddenly, all over the place. They can take hold quickly and run out of control (‘FIRE!’) and by their nature tend to be self-fueling. If our world becomes gripped by this particular feeling, everything it presupposes could soon become true.

  7. Tel Avatar
    Tel

    Ah, the power of poetry and the power of a song combined into one. I think the title is fitting, and hope the whole poem proves a form of therapeutic release.

  8. medicatedlady Avatar
    medicatedlady

    mariana…yes. I have to remind myself that just because I FEEL something is true, it doesn’t mean it IS true and that it doesn’t mean I will always feel hopeless or despairing. It’s a slippery mental slope…Work in progress.

    Tel. I am struck a lot of times by lyrics or music that reflect my mood/reality in a fate-filled moment. My thoughts and the lyrics become entwined (maybe even mangled?). Writing will eventually help me process what I’m going through. Thanks.

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