Simon & Garfunkel
The Dangling Conversation
It's a still life watercolor
Of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book markers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
Can analysis be worthwhile
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives.
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Back to work I go! Hi Ho Hi Ho!
It's a still life watercolor
Of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book markers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
Can analysis be worthwhile
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back to work I go! Hi Ho Hi Ho!
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 10:04 PM
2 Comments:
What a nice piece to post here.
It's like when the skeleton lady comes in with her cycle of life, death, life, and the players get to choose, to either let it die, if it must, or to let the way it has become die and then revive it with life again.
I'm missing me some James, and thank you, man it's good to have friends on this internet cafe/coffee shop of the soul, love and all manner of good things to you and your family, Lori
Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson.
Because I could not stop for death...
I secretly love rhyming poems.
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