Do you think you can tell
the knife from the gun,
thick forest from seas,
the ticks from the fleas,
or are the details make-believe?
Do you think you can smell
the armpit of sadness,
the discarded rind,
the basil muddled with lime,
or were truths tasted for the last time?
Do you think you can hear
the forgotten lyre,
the sirens hiccuping,
the looped meme,
the cliffside scream,
or are these heavy sounds drowning?
I wish you were near
to slow the sinking,
fan the warmer winds,
play the right rhythm,
teach me how to swim
in this roily sea.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
This was written for a Pink Floyd inspiration contest.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
So brilliantly written, really nice, K!
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Thank you. I appreciate the kind feedback, Kabir. 😃
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Most welcome!!
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This is very good, K.
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Thank you, Misky. 😊
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🎶Did you exchange, the rock on words of the song for a lead role on the page?
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Sweet…😀🎶🤣 I wish you a beer!
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Bottoms Up!🍻
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Ahh, one of my favorite classic songs. Love that; this write reminds me of the endless and whirling nature of mind, amidst the chaos (and beauty) of life on this planet. Excellent write, K.
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Thank you, Jeff. There’s a lot of nostalgia in this verse for things that may or may not have ever been true. I really appreciate these thoughtful comments. Those opening notes always take me back. 💜
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You’re most welcome, K. It’s always my pleasure to read you. Happy Sunday, my friend. 💜
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Very thought-provoking verses, K. Lots of vivid images scattered throughout – beautifully penned! 🙂
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Thank you. 😊 This song always makes me wonder if we have the capacity to miss things and people more than we ever loved them to begin with. I appreciate these kind words, Tom. Hope you’re having a relaxing Sunday.
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Well said! Lots of different meanings to unpack here 🙂 Hope your weekend was a leisurely one.
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Love the song and your poem. My feelings line is dobyoubthinkbyou can smell//the armpit of sadness”
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Yes, well it’s by way of a bit of an inside joke. 😂but accessible-like. Thank you.
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Ah! More Floyd. Love this one. Killer lyrics. Lovely for a Sunday evening. Thanks…
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I’m so glad you liked this one. Thank you. 🎶🎶
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I think this speak to the world beautifully right now…
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Thank you, Simon. There’s a lot to ponder right now with very little answers.
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That’s for sure…
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that s bad
sad too
armed for death
and wait with baited
breath
so long
too soon
ya know?
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Brilliant. Actually on a par with the original for me 👍🖤
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That’s such a compliment. Thank you. 💜
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You’re most welcome my friend 🖤
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