| Coping |
|
Recalling
the lyrics of a gentle love song |
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Helps
drive unwelcome thoughts away; |
|
Building
dream castles in your mind |
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Serves to
keep unwelcome ghosts at bay… |
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“My
romance doesn’t need |
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A castle
rising in Spain, |
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Nor a
dance to a constantly |
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Surprising refrain...” |
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But you
do need the pleasant memories |
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The words
conjure up to serve as a |
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Distraction against recurring pain. |
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“No month
of May, no twinkling stars, |
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No
hideaway, no soft guitars…” |
| Dammit! Faintly, a guitar begins to weep |
|
And the
aroma of napalm starts to seep |
|
Into
feverish thoughts as rifles crack. |
| So much for curbing this flashback. |
|
©
10/18/2009 T.P. Woodfork |
*My Romance: Lyrics by Lorenz Hart,
Music by Richard Rodgers
Webmaster: Thurman P. Woodfork
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