Say You

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‘Sing to me,’ said the melody,
‘Cry to me on my lips.
Tell me the tune on a rainy afternoon
Play it for me as I sit.’

Swaying in time with mortality
we’re singing in case we might scream,
our lullaby turned to gut wrenching yearns
when the harmony wavered and slipped.

‘Play me your song, make a symphony,
hum from your quivering lips.
Cling to the base as I wonder the pace
Tell it to me as I sit.’

Our hearts beat in time, but mechanically,
and strays from the voice that it hears.
A love song is born but the time is to mourn,
sorrow’s words are the tempo’s eclipse.

‘So cry then’ said the melody,
‘cry until it makes sense.
Use me to grieve, wear your heart on your sleeve,
maybe soon life can commence.’

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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