On the Hill

April 19th, 1973 at 8:20 am (Once, Poetry)

New things may bring new love
that’s something I won’t doubt
The thought is one I’m hoping of
I need another start

The old love must now be dead
I’m more sure of it each day
Still I remember what she said
things can’t end this way
Things can’t end without me knowing
if she might like me still
Love can’t cease with her going
like a tigress over the hill

But see no doubt she is gone
from the crest of the hill there is silence
Broken, weary, the life can’t go on

then why find hope in the wind?

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Male Lament

April 10th, 1973 at 10:45 pm (Featured Poems, Once, Poetry)

I wrote the world a song
and now I’m crying
trying to understand
how the sky was so blue
and the clouds stayed white so long
and the trees were so green and
brown and why
they won’t let me sing
my own song

trying to understand
how the haste of the six-lane highway
became the waste of the trees and the clouds
and the sky and why
I can’t find peace
or love this way

trying to understand
why I wrote the world a song
and now it’s dying
I’m crying

trying to understand

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