Pookey's Poems

(03/06/1959 / Chicago)

A Letter To My Music


I miss the pleasure you gave me
I miss the goose bumps
I miss how intoxicating you can be
I miss how my heart jumps

I miss the rush of your fire
I miss how you took me away
I miss how the people would admire
I miss the power play

Did I lose you, where did you go?
You were the my one true love
That I could always do right
But you went away my love

Please find me again, I so long for you
No one see’s what you mean to me
I say you mean the world to me
But their world seems is all they see

You’re in the pit of my heart
And in the depths of my soul
When I close my eyes and let out note
My feet lift up and away I float

I’m scared to find you
All alone like before
I have a good love at home
I don’t want to explore

So please try and find me
Help me find a way to sing
But not just in the car
Help me to be free again

You almost made me famous, I almost took it, almost, but I didn’t

Submitted: Thursday, May 19, 2011
Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011

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  • Patricia Grantham (2/27/2013 6:36:00 AM)

    This poem about missing music is great! Even though we put some things behind us.
    We may go back and pursue our dreams and do the thigngs that we enjoy the most. (Report) Reply

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