Underwater Music

What will you do
When you have no more
To remember?
Make up a new life?
Go out and kiss a tree?
Stop asking questions.

Do you have to write a poem
About nothing?

Its like breathing underwater:
Sooner or later,
There is no next breath
And you just wait,
Knowing the wait won't be long
Before you burst
Into the sunshine again
Or never
Remember at all,
The Spanish music solo.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/01/2013 03:02PM by petersz.

Wonderful, Peter; love the last verse especially

Good one, Peter.

Les

A thought-provoking and moving piece, Peter. A fine poem. Well-written. One line puzzles me, though: "Go out and kiss a tree?" At first, I thought it was there to represent all the possibile ansswers to the opening question, or to show that it really doesn't matter what the answer is; now, I'm not so sure of either. It doesn't matter, though; the poem stands by itself.

Joe

Actually, all three Joseph. Since what matters is sometimes precisely what does not matter, and the irrelevance/relevance of a tree hugger's passion may lead to remembering what it was like, as a boy, kissing a tree smack on the bark just out of exuberance of mother nature. uck, getting the just plain dirt off my lips at the age of 10...etc.

Love it that you read well enough to exfoliate the possibilities of a piece for right right there into memory and its absurdities.

Thanks for the explanation, Peter. This is one poem that I am likely never to forget.

Joe

He bit a burrito she ate a tortilla
He said "hey, how are ya" she said "good to see ya"
The waiter came by with some nice mantequilla
And they buttered each other all up

The waiter brought over arroz with (con) pollo
he played with his food like it's some sorta yoyo
she told him she thought his behavior's a no-no
as they feasted themselves on the flan


They left without paying ala Pancho Villa
They never had time for that last quesadilla
The fat lady's singin' her "O solo Mia"
The story is over for now