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Array ( [sid] => 30688 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => tower room [time] => 2004-01-03 18:48:05 [hometext] => this is a about my grandmother's room, after she died i spent a lot of time there... [bodytext] => The Tower Room

I used to pretend it was a castle
I used to pretend a lot of things
It used to my grandmother’s room
Her things are still here
*
I spend hours up here
Sitting in her rocking chair
Listening to Tim Buckley
Holding my heart in my hands
It’s broken in lots of places
*
A princess in the tower
A romantic illusion
Or is it delusion
Hallucinating again
I lay on the bed
*
I look through the hatboxes
Crumpled straw and flowers
They looked so pretty on her
I try them on in the mirror
Who is that in there?
*
I’m fifteen, fifty, now ninety-five
Young and old at the same time
The record skips – skips – skips
Why is this stuff still here
It’s depressing really
*
My mother listens for owls
Heralding death
Sitting in the treetops
The streetlight comes on
I play that song one more time
*

That house is gone now
The tower torn down
I have a ghostly picture
Me in black leather
Standing in the front yard
***

gmm 2002 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Merry [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
tower room

Contributed by Merry on Saturday, 3rd January 2004 @ 06:48:05 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



The Tower Room

I used to pretend it was a castle
I used to pretend a lot of things
It used to my grandmother’s room
Her things are still here
*
I spend hours up here
Sitting in her rocking chair
Listening to Tim Buckley
Holding my heart in my hands
It’s broken in lots of places
*
A princess in the tower
A romantic illusion
Or is it delusion
Hallucinating again
I lay on the bed
*
I look through the hatboxes
Crumpled straw and flowers
They looked so pretty on her
I try them on in the mirror
Who is that in there?
*
I’m fifteen, fifty, now ninety-five
Young and old at the same time
The record skips – skips – skips
Why is this stuff still here
It’s depressing really
*
My mother listens for owls
Heralding death
Sitting in the treetops
The streetlight comes on
I play that song one more time
*

That house is gone now
The tower torn down
I have a ghostly picture
Me in black leather
Standing in the front yard
***

gmm 2002




Copyright © Merry ... [ 2004-01-03 18:48:05]
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Re: tower room (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Sunday, 4th January 2004 @ 11:14:10 AM AEST
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The memories of our youth....you have such a way of taking the simple things and making them special. I truly love your writes.

Larry




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