Wobbly

I think I can sing
But if things go wrong
I can always whistle
True, out of tune
But
A friend of mine once told me
He could sing a song with a tear in his eye
I knew what he meant, sad songs do that
So take my heart and fly away
On the back of a tuneless song
The memories etched in semi quavers
Newspapers don't carry emotions, only events in black and white
Editors colouring the news to suit themselves
I still think I can sing
Sing songs and whistle like a nightingale
So I will wash the cups
Dim the lights
Turn off the TV
Pull back the curtain and watch the stars
whistling across the black sky
The semi quaver stars play melodies
Follow them with a whistle
I can always whistle to hide the pain
The stars have seen it all before, a million times
Out of tune tears
And wobbly whistles




Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-04-16 at 22:18

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Kathy Lockhart
As I read this, it was as though I was lead by each word down a path, following the intrigue along the way, looking for what charm or gem word was coming next. My emotions followed up and down hill and dale. I followed you and my heart hurt and I sighed. But, the experience was beautiful.
2016-04-17


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Don't we all, those wobbly whistles and tunes in our heads, and yes you can sing with a tear but it does choke the throat

Elle x
2016-04-16