This is a poem I wrote after listening to some music known as Post-Rock. I didn’t know this was a “thing.”
The music had not words
Please enjoy, and I might share a little about what’s going on these days at the end. I haven’t got a lot of time to write these days, but wanted to share this because I’m always listening to music.
Another poem from my Intermission Poetry Collection:
Considering it is post rock
I’m sure that’s the title that I read
Rock is gone?
I wondered is that even possible?
Can rock never again exist?
Are we all manifested tones?
Maudlin sounds of rings and cries
Alone in a world of gratuitous moans
Sadness encapsulates our every sinew
Because there is no hope
And I am sure hope will never again be seen
We passed the point of no return
And no returns will always mean
The end is nigh and our hope is a lie
So, embrace the fact a future is gone
Today you live but not alive
Existence is a constant motion of pain
For today is not a good day to die
Nor, was it ever a good day to begin?
To live in an age that nothing you do matters
To live in an age that always shatters dreams
To live in an age where you are merely walking dead
Welcome to the age of post-rockapocalypse
Anyway, I am moving from my apartment right now. I’m moving to a land far far away (a state north of here that actually gets snow).
This weekend is jam-packed with moving, throwing away, packing, throwing stuff away, trying to fit a bunch of stuff in my tiny car, throwing a lot more stuff away, figuring out what I’m going to do.
I took all these pics of stuff, and then placed on FB and told peeps, “Take what you want. Come by my place on Friday and have at it. You might just get an office chair for $5.” I’m broke and need every little bit. I mean… so broke. 😦 I randomly park and cry. You ever been that broke?
It’s just part of life.
I hope you all have a great week of searching and seeking and finding what you love.
Love you Gracie so, so much! 🙂 ❤