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Sunday, February 15, 2026

RIVERS AGO from Voo's Vault


RIVERS AGO




Rivers Ago



Rivers ago
I fought an unwinnable battle
I thought I knew the answers
But only questions came to light
When I laid my weary head 
Beneath the wayward stars.

You were there, always
An inch away from true love
And a million miles from me
Dancing in somebody else’s starlight
Quenching your thirst with a stranger’s wine
But never mine.

I’ve made it a habit
Of crossing rivers just to cross them
Going from one side to the other
Looking forward, looking back
To see which side looks better
But there’s no difference on either side for me.

You were fool’s gold
When I thought you were pure
Thought I’d found the mother lode of all love
The hidden treasure, the pearl of great price
The shelter for my homeless heart
But you tarnished when I held you in my hands.

Still I hoped
Until hope was drained by drought
And even then, dredged for your love
In the mud of dis-consolation
You were always on the wrong side of every river
Surrounded by broken boats
And I never learned to swim.



©by Voo
Feb 10, 08
             
   Bea's song
 by Cowboy Junkies 

         

I was listening to them
 while writing this.....

 

Nothing Rhymed Today.......golden oldie from Voo's Vault





Nothing Rhymed Today


Nothing rhymed today
There was no meter or melody
No singing lyric or verse of song
Just jangled nerves and unspoken fears
Left dangling on my key chain.

Cars passed me
In the pouring rain
And never acknowledged the girl
With the gas can and the thumb
And the mascara running down my face.

I could have shown some leg
I suppose
But my clothes were plastered to me
Like I had been poured into them
And everything I had was exposed already.

If it had been yesterday
I would have laughed at my mishap
Run down the highway
Danced in the rain and stopped traffic
With the glow on my shining face.

Everything rhymed yesterday
Every word that issued from my mouth
Was finely tuned, in perfect key
Poetry sprang from my fingertips
And car horns sounded like sonnets.

But I have no music left in me
It walked out in your suitcase last night
Winked it's dark eye and said goodbye
And I heard it laughing
All the way down the staircase to the street.

Poetry is a traitor
It makes you write when you don't want to
From places you don't want to revisit
Sing songs so sad they break the heart
And make rhymes of things that will never rhyme again.







©by Voo Shining Stone
August 8, 07

 

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