The Wrote Those Songs To Hear Your Voice

 

Self Portrait With Accordion""naive" style art by artist Guido Vedovato

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #173 hosted this week by the brilliant poet Shay!

You don't have to suffer to be a poet. Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone. ~John Ciardi

 

 

 At 15 the world holds a bigger view

and each hurt is a million falls

from the same kicked shoe

a heart has trees upon mountains

 that no soul can climb

we hold empty hands and loads of time

wide eyed we see the horizon

like a barbed wire fence yet an open gate

freedom’s curse and then freedom’s fate

for blue eyes see a heavy plot

what home should be

and what home is not

in 1978 I sang of broken dreams

as my voice carried on a drunken breeze

of my grandfather’s stories and my mother’s lies

It kept me searching

 naïve yet wise

I wrote those songs to hear your voice

 and see the truth

to find my path

 beyond the plight of youth.