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By
Bruce Bressack
12/04/2003
Boomers
Short answer - Nothing!
So, I thought I'd share some poems I've written over the years [shown in chronological order]. The good news is that they're all "short", so hopefully it'll be painless reading. Hope you enjoy!
Why I Love Her, Why She's Still Here ©1994
If there was ever a word that spoke my love,
it would be that I could never speak it now,
or have it mean what it must,
even if it shook the soul,
and reached the top of stillness,
to drop upon knees suddenly,
to look upon you longingly,
to see you slowly rise above the crevices and creases
where our love is shared,
for you still shake the very places where I go to feel.
Night Owl ©1997
We never met, but our souls joined fast,
no rules, no false starts,
no ties that bind us,
just writers in the night.
What Now? ©2002
I broke the time-clock this AM,
set fire to my resume,
tore up my business cards,
purged the sediment from my veins (which comes from
years of contradictions and dereliction of self).
Sorry for the mess...but I was in a hurry to find my life.
To Live This Long ©2003
To live this long,
and have nothing to say.
To believe in God,
but have nothing to pray.
To be confused by wisdom,
unnerved with fears.
To sit immobilized,
with uncontrollable tears.
No souls remain,
just righteous beggars.
No spirits soar,
just random scarlet images.
No time remains,
just unrequited slivers of desire…....
tick-tocking away...tick-tocking away...tick-tocking away.
Bruce Bressack is a singer-songwriter, producer and freelance writer currently living in New England. He’s a 52 year old baby-boomer, ex-Yuppie, ex-New Yorker, guitar-slingin’, piano-slappin’, finally ‘retired’, television tube lover...
Bruce Bressack can be reached at bbressack@hippopress.com