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
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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June 15, 2009 at 7:59 pm
1writegirl
Oh, no ML you got lots of time left to happen…and i think you are on your way.
June 16, 2009 at 5:06 am
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!
June 16, 2009 at 5:59 pm
Val
The wonderful thing about your poetry and you medicatedlady, is that you have many happenings, like the mythical phoenix.
June 16, 2009 at 8:01 pm
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.
June 16, 2009 at 8:04 pm
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.
June 16, 2009 at 8:27 pm
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.
June 16, 2009 at 8:31 pm
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.
June 17, 2009 at 7:54 am
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.