Relationships in fiction can be as powerful and tragic as those in real life — take Tolstoy's Anna Karenina and Count Vronsky, whose sad tale of mistrust and rejection still resonates with readers today. The pair are the inspiration for the heartbreak in Fossil and Bone.
This week’s poem from my collection Horizon. It’s a tongue and cheek play on the journey of words. I quote Robert Frost from his book, A Boy’s Will, where he uses vocabulary that we rarely hear today. I find his use of words to have such a beautiful linguistic flare.
Fredrick Brooks - Acoustic/Bass Guitars, Piano
Joy Brooks - Vocals
Jeff Brackett - Electric Guitar
Chris Pezzarello - DrumsProduced by Fredrick Brooks
Written by Fredrick Brooks
Cover Art by Joy Brooks
<Click here to listen to Fossil and Bone>
Fossil and Bone
You send me postcards and letters
When I have nothing left to say
You tell me your world is looking better
I can’t remember you that way
We’re at the cost of moving on
Our line in the sand will soon be gone
I no longer share my heart with you
Chorus
So don’t cry for me - don’t lie to me
Somehow we knew this had to be
That you’d go your way and I’d go mine
You live your life Fossil and Bone
Never dream of love - never dream of home
A road to quiet - a sky too long
I may feel love surface at times
I will never change my mind
One day my heart just ran out of time
Chorus
With one word - one song
I walked alone
That day - sent me far away
Chorus
© Fredrick Brooks
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WORDS
At times, words are distant
Slender and young
Old and forgiving
They resonate - sometimes, scarcely breathing
Lost on the tip of the tongue - then present and elegant
They hold the ages above the sceptre of grief
Salient - Resilient
Some days, words just pass away
Time’s lexicon exhales
Leaves them behind
Then I read Frost, and old words are reborn
A vale, fin, antiphony, a hillock, wist
Perhaps Robert thought we were - ‘fain’ - to listen.
© Fredrick Brooks