Rio Grande did flow beside me
Choosing to depart.
Picked up my spade & symphony
For to make a start.
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I just started writing in Nov '06. I'm writing a book too, but thats another story! I enjoy all kinds of music & writing old & new. I'm currently working as a consultant for a large company, as I have been doing for x years. Hoping I can make enough money through writing at some point, ditch the rat race, the bothersome commute & just write..either that or win the lottery!)
Orinoco Flow
Rio Grande did flow beside me
Choosing to depart.
Picked up my spade & symphony
For to make a start.
Troop along the muddy sludge
For to make me stagger.
Swallow a tortoise-shell fudge
To fuel my cloak & dagger.
Anger breeds my jealousy
My bitterness & contempt
As I watch the leopards feed
I lay down beside her & wept.
She did no wrong at EvenSong
Her baked cake bitter stew
I could rejoice at the fish pond
My desires returning anew.
Below me, fish boiling in water murky
Bubbling as bitter feuds.
I hatch a plan to avoid cold turkey
As I lay amongst the ruins.
Feet on temple step beside me
I capture the epitaph.
As I embrace the ecstasy
& rejoice on her behalf.
Alas my pew is bloody still,
As I survey the Orinoco Flow.
Too late for goodbyes now, Jill
Your fate is at the door.
7th January 2007, London, UK (c)