Just a Song

The next poem is a little surreal and requires your imagination. I was thinking about the power of songs- How they can dictate our emotions, take us to the farthest reaches of the earth, enable us to put ourselves in another's shoes, etc... In this poem, a song is personified as a living, breathing human through the narrator's imagination. The narrator listens to a song on the radio and it comes to life, then he confides to the song about his troubled love life and escapes reality through the song, then the illusion is broken when the song comes to an end (i.e Last line of poem).

Just a Song

Bubblegum infectiousness,

Psychedelic catchiness.

Bass pumping--

Upbeat tempo, then you GASP....

Your voice seductively luring,

And you are sprawled next to me.

Oh won't you grasp my hand!

Embrace it like forever while

Finding landscapes in its wrinkles.

And we can escape this place

Where love is always a ticking time bomb

Of overtimed patience and foolish vulnerability.

Fly past the morning chimney wisps,

But you are just a voice

Just a voice coming from the radio

I don't even know you personally,

And yet i do.

I said " You can call me John",

and breaking the illusion you replied "I'm just a song".