Musical Poetry

Sometimes relationships, whether purely sexual or a lifetime commitment, dance a fine line between love and hate. This song, as beautifully and heartbreakingly sung by Chrissy Hynde, is for you out there who dance, or have danced, that fine line …..
“It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate”.

Its a thin line between love and hate
Its a thin line between love and hate

Its five oclock in the morning
And youre just getting in
You knock on the front door
And a voice sweet and low says
Who is it?
She opens up the door and lets you in
Never once asks where have you been
She says are you hungry?
Did you eat yet?
Let me hang up your coat
Pass me your hat
All the time shes smiling
Never once raises her voice
Its five oclock in the morning
You dont give it a second thought

Its a thin line between love and hate
(repeat)

The sweetest woman in the world
Could be the meanest woman in the world
If you make her that way
You keep hurting her
Shell keep being quiet
She might be holding something inside
Thatll really, really hurt you one day

I see him in the hospital
Bandaged from foot to head
In a state of shock
Just that much from being dead
You couldnt believe the girl
Would do something like this, ha
You didnt think the girl had the nerve
But here you are
I guess action speaks louder than words

Its a thin line between love and hate

3 long weeks

Bone’s prompts for today’s 3WW are: Picture, Reflected, Stop

the wind blew and the
water rose and you
fled to Houston and
I fled to Jackson
neither knowing where the other
was for
3
long
weeks

3 long weeks
of not knowing if
you made it
out
images ran through
my head and behind
my eyes like a bad
acid trip
i couldn’t stop imagining
your body
floating in the fetid water
with the sunlight of a calm day reflecting
in your dead eyes

finally
your phone call came and
the picture too that
proved
you were
alive!

and,suddenly,
it was worth
every minute of worry
for those
3
long
weeks

thrill

Three word Wednesday prompts: Touching, Visible, Stage

we took risks
that’s part of what made
our relationship exiting,
hot,
and our own

were we on a stage?
possibly, we were visible
from the street if
a person were making a point
of looking
a voyeur, of sorts

touching was ecstacy
sucking was nirvana

and the illicitness was
the thrill

Lunasea

The moon drips

tears of silver

that mingle with my own

glowing rivers

down my face I

yearn for my soul’s home

moon shines in the desert

will you rescue me?

will you share my

absolution

in the safe womb of

the sea?

forever with me

idol

This poem inspired by Bone’s 3 Word Wednesday.

The words are:
Funny
Remember
Theatre

each day began with drama
watching for the ram, the black
sleek lines turning into the drive as
the roar of the engine made
funny little flutters in
my throat

i watched him walk up
the pastoral path
where birds sang and
ducks waddled and
fish jumped into the air with
the gleam of the early morning
sun reflecting off their scales
and into prisms that reflected
in my hungry eyes

the swaying trees provided
a theatre for his manly grace
as he walked toward
me and the flutters in my throat
matched the beating of the duck’s wings
as they flew, startled, before
his steps

and I remember how he
looked into my eyes at the
end of the pathway and
I was happy,
happy because the drama had
just begun

glass box

i had a dream

last night that

i was enclosed in a

glass box

and you were outside

just standing there and

staring at me in the

glass box

and you said

“you live in a

glass box

you talk in a

glass box

you view the world through a

glass box

you are on display in the

glass box”

do you see me as

untouchable?