Poetry--Idea.

You feel. You Want. You’re Not.

There are those nights you can’t sleep or keep still. You’re not bored, but you’re anxious. You want to keep reading. Keep watching those old movies. Keep your brain working and your mind and heart pulsing. But for what? You say to yourself, keep my mind off of this. Keep off. Keep out.

You feel like you’re falling in love again. But with who? Heart flutters. Heart comes rolling down on your sleeve. On your sleeve it hangs. Don’t crush it. It’s already slightly broken. You want to sing. Sing what? Oh, it’s blue. Just blue tonight. Nothing but the blues of it all. The idea.

Idea

A poetry piece (see below)

Scene from In a Lonely Place (1950) Directed by Nicholas Ray. Starring Humphrey Bogart and Gloria Grahame. It looks as if his embrace is a very bad idea...

Idea

I’d like to say—

Well…

I have no idea

Except that I’d like to know

If…

You were doing well? If you are doing well. Okay.

That would be fine with me…

Just if you told me you were doing well. Okay.

It seems as if we stood and talked like this before

To quote Mr. Lorenz and Mr. Hart

(Has anyone ever heard of the song “Where or When” before?)

Such a lovely phrase, “stood and talked like this before”…

What was before, I wonder?

Before, before what?

You, I suppose. You and all the rest of it.

Heart on my sleeve.

I have no idea, except

I do know…

And do have an idea…..