Thoughts surrounding breakup and reunification


Midnight blue

Midnight Blue

I often pass her walking on the street
And look away so she not see my shame
She looks away in fear our eyes would meet
Revealing she like me feels endless pain

Hell is not a place in space or time
Intangible to touch or even see
Nor is it retribution for some crime
As in darkest night it comes to now haunt me

Of all the varied shades I can recall
I do believe that hell is fiery red
And midnight blue the loneliest hue of all
They both come to me as I lay in my bed

I lay as one at night no longer two
As tears now trickle slowly down my face
I rise from deep within my colour blue
And beside my bed her picture I replace

I lift the phone receiver of the wall
My finger trembles as I spin the dial
A taped voice said, I shall return your call
My voice replied its me, I miss your smile

As eros pulls anew my taut heartstrings
No wish to lay once more in bed of blue
I pick the phone up on the second ring
Her voice says hi it's me I miss you too
Brendan.












Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-24 at 15:07

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Amanda K
how sweetly put Brendon. it reflects a state that those in love go through. well-done.
2007-01-07


Zoya Zaidi
It's just divine Brendan!
So much lyricism... You also see feelings in colours...reminds of my poem :'colours'...
But they all look pale in front of your 'Red' and 'Blue'.
Rabindranath Tagore fell in love at 95 (is that really your age? you so young at heart!); Pablo Picasso married at 90 a lady of 35 or so... As Shakespeare says:
"Love is too young to know what conscience is;/
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? " (sonnet :151, I think)
GO GET HER!!! (she already is yours!)
2005-10-25



Just beautiful, Brendan, one could make a song out of it...
2005-10-24