#NoPoo for Gabriel Book two -Invictus-
Anonymous
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#Nopoo (#292)
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Anonymous
Unsounded.
I can't fully remember
how you sound
not exactly
not anymore
Your timbre
or that sass
distinctive in style
retorts, slick and searing
and that laugh
yeah—
That. Tremendous. Laugh.
I'd barter away most things
without an iota of care
to hear it... just once more
My mind accesses it as
warped and warbly
What I think-perhaps or maybe
it might have sounded like
close, but not quite
only a fuzziness, is there in certain recall
As a kid
you would return from weekly travel—
we'd be excitedly waiting,
for our favorite 'celebration'
every Friday night,
was full of
airplane wings
travel sized Planter's peanut 'gifts'
along with sheer exhaustion
that swelled the bag
under each of your tired eyes
Despite this— (or maybe because of)
you bounded through the front door
full of energy,
(energy, from God knows where)
"Where're my girls at!!?"
"Anyone seen three troublemakers!!?"
Demands, lovingly harsh
and wrought with perfect steel
[as little delighted screams rang out]
Sounds, now shadows
of memories
aching in want
of recollection
Sometimes, I marvel at my unawareness,
that it is all slowly fading away...
-that's when I inadvertently cry
my daddy's girl cry-
I used to listen to
this old answering machine
the kind with cassette tapes
that recorded the outgoing
and incoming
I was tickled at the verve
and deeply adored the utter effectiveness
Gone now,
is that recording
like you....
withered away to dust
along with the very sounds
of my origins
My history,
the very beginnings
were his voice
and those sounds
that moulded
and shaped
me
"da da" of course
my first words
(so says the very sparsely filled out baby book)
A lifetime, to date
spent listening.
Selfsoothing
this soul—my soul
tonight
in
recognizing
recollecting
reminding
his
particular
cherished
voice.
and maybe, just maybe
if I try hard enough
I'll hear you laughing
ever
so
faintly
#Nopoo (#293)
I can't fully remember
how you sound
not exactly
not anymore
Your timbre
or that sass
distinctive in style
retorts, slick and searing
and that laugh
yeah—
That. Tremendous. Laugh.
I'd barter away most things
without an iota of care
to hear it... just once more
My mind accesses it as
warped and warbly
What I think-perhaps or maybe
it might have sounded like
close, but not quite
only a fuzziness, is there in certain recall
As a kid
you would return from weekly travel—
we'd be excitedly waiting,
for our favorite 'celebration'
every Friday night,
was full of
airplane wings
travel sized Planter's peanut 'gifts'
along with sheer exhaustion
that swelled the bag
under each of your tired eyes
Despite this— (or maybe because of)
you bounded through the front door
full of energy,
(energy, from God knows where)
"Where're my girls at!!?"
"Anyone seen three troublemakers!!?"
Demands, lovingly harsh
and wrought with perfect steel
[as little delighted screams rang out]
Sounds, now shadows
of memories
aching in want
of recollection
Sometimes, I marvel at my unawareness,
that it is all slowly fading away...
-that's when I inadvertently cry
my daddy's girl cry-
I used to listen to
this old answering machine
the kind with cassette tapes
that recorded the outgoing
and incoming
I was tickled at the verve
and deeply adored the utter effectiveness
Gone now,
is that recording
like you....
withered away to dust
along with the very sounds
of my origins
My history,
the very beginnings
were his voice
and those sounds
that moulded
and shaped
me
"da da" of course
my first words
(so says the very sparsely filled out baby book)
A lifetime, to date
spent listening.
Selfsoothing
this soul—my soul
tonight
in
recognizing
recollecting
reminding
his
particular
cherished
voice.
and maybe, just maybe
if I try hard enough
I'll hear you laughing
ever
so
faintly
#Nopoo (#293)
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301
22.10.2021
3.34am
#NoPoo
Random
thoughts of dewy morn
on days when dreary reigns
watching the liquid drip
into punctured arm
missing you on your eleventh
dreading the twelfth
essence of you floated
down the valley
where coloured leaves
await the blanket of white
and the water drip in
pacifying the greedy pain
searing through tired body
clinging on to breath
thoughts of you
like a whirlpool
in my mind
staring at sterile ceiling
and spoken long ago
words of encouragement
don't cry honey
we have each other
whispers.
22.10.2021
3.34am
#NoPoo
Random
thoughts of dewy morn
on days when dreary reigns
watching the liquid drip
into punctured arm
missing you on your eleventh
dreading the twelfth
essence of you floated
down the valley
where coloured leaves
await the blanket of white
and the water drip in
pacifying the greedy pain
searing through tired body
clinging on to breath
thoughts of you
like a whirlpool
in my mind
staring at sterile ceiling
and spoken long ago
words of encouragement
don't cry honey
we have each other
whispers.
