I took a walk and I found her grave
It was dark and was feeling brave
I took some chalk and I wrote my name
Again
My name is long the one my momma gave
I took some chalk and was feeling brave
I wrote my name to relieve the blame
Again
Nights are long when I take this trip
Whiskey’s warm but I take a sip
I break the bottle in the midnight mist
Again
It’s not the same
I say
It’s not the same
It’s not the same
I say
It’s not the same
Whiskey’s warm but I write my name
Again
It’s not my name
It should have been my name
It’s not the same
It’s driving me insane
The whiskey’s warm
And I curse my name
Again
It’s not the same
I say it’s not the same
It’s not the same
I say it’s not the same
It’s not the same
I say it’s not the same
Forgive
Forgive
Again
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Oh wow this is intense. Amazing. It reads like a heartbeat.
This reads like a song, with the rhyming words and effective use of refrain – Again – taking off in different meanings ~ Very impressed with your writing Henry ~ Have I told you lately I enjoy your comments in my blog/s ~ Smiles ~
Henry, I want to know a bit more about the form you used, the power of the repetition. Well-crafted. Beautiful.
This one is called: Picking up a guitar, finding a riff, forging a melody, and in this case writing a song/lyrics for another’s voice; all of which will go unnoticed, but hopefully stripped down to just words will bite more than with music.” We each read different with voice, and I didn’t want to take that experience/sound away. This could read a couple of ways, some dark, some not. On this I wanted the reader’s heart to decide.
dang bro…lyrical….can hear the music to it…love the off beat again in each….the writing the name in chalk to relieve the blame is evocative…the seeking of that forgiveness as well…whew…great piece man…
Thank you. I recently discovered Neil Young’s voice. Imagine him singing with the conviction in which he delivers a line. That is what I was shooting for anyway.
Wow, this is great..sounds like a great song to me..I can hear it in my head..Whiskey’s warm but, I write my name..again…a song that pulls with emotions..the infliction of pain and trying to forget..
Yes, this is a song… Filled with fabulous music and heartfelt regret…. Wonderful.
Henry – what a haunting and powerful poem – very cool with the repeating lines. And yes, I can hear Neil Youngs voice in this – very clever – he is one of my faves – loved him for years! I want to thank you, Henry, for taking the time to drop by my posts – I appreciate your comments very much – K
This poem would make a great song – haunting, melancholy, a hit!
could smell the chalk and the whiskey — but could *FEEL* the regret.
nice. nice. nice.
thanks for dropping in at my place.
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This poem moves me, the pain and regret so heartfelt. Great piece.
Less about forgiveness. More about expression of living it over and over.
Here again follow the feet that beat, that Hound of Heaven, which hunted me down…until I found He was always there…it was ME who was lost-ed.
Kool.
Henry, wow, this is such a sad and heavy obsession. Love the repetition. I can sense the mind going over everything in wild guilt and pain.
My a lot of emotion here, but a great song, Henry; you have talent!
WoW…I am happy I stopped by to read this…intense…personal…gripping.
Thank you.
Peace
wow..this was really haunting with the repetition you worked in…so much in a name and past guilt and how he doesn’t give up..
I would love to hear this with more music than I can imagine in my tired head. The visual of writing with chalk on a tombstone is very powerful.
This song says so much… lovely
The repetition here makes this a powerful and compulsive read. Would make great song lyrics.
sad reflection… great way of going through the character’s thinking processes… there’s hope in that the whiskey is warm
Oh my! The rhythm and repetition drew me in, snagged me and made me feel the unease that lies under each line. I may not look at chalk the same way again.
You created a beautiful rhyme scheme for this poem. And then it’s content, haunting but revealing subtle undertow of affection. I love how you mastered both extremely well. A wonderful composition.
Reads like a song to me as well. I can imagine Neil Young, and as I read the words I can see the music video too.
That’s an intense feel you’ve got going there, Henry.
I can definitely feel the rhythm, I’d love to hear this! Rhyme and verse flow freely and openly through your pen sir, an awesome write!
Love it…
Catching up on your poetry and – finding myself lost in such lyrical and naked regret. I hope it is just a poem, but surely if that is so – it is a case of art being superior to life.