For Three Word Wednesday where the given words are raspy, shifty and painful.
Tom Waits’ raspy voice fills the empty room. We often listened to him. Now, all that remains is a shabby picture of you. I placed it in a frame and fixed it to the wall. I don’t want to lose it. Losing you was painful enough.
I’m gonna love you till the wheels come off he growled.
I sat in this corner all night. And now as the sun comes you are bathed in its golden glow.
It was my own fault. Until now, I didn't realise how much I loved you; needed you. Devious, shifty, dishonest. I got what I deserved.
The song ended hours ago. All I hear is the click-click of the needle as the disc spins round. I lift the arm and place it back to the beginning.
I love you baby and I always will, ever since I put your picture in a frame.
Thank you SheilaghDelete
Great write Keith, I loved the longing you engendered in the piece.ReplyDelete
Pleased you liked it OEDelete
An excellent tale of loss and the bitter reality of remorse. So often we don't really realize what we've got until it's gone.ReplyDelete
So true. Thanks JosieDelete
Nice! I'm so glad to have discovered Tom Waits. And he's fun to watch as an actor, too, but the description I once read of his voice is so precious I always have to share whenever his name comes up. Music critic Daniel Durchholz wrote about his voice as “sounding like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car.”ReplyDelete
I've never heard that quote, it sums up his voice perfectly. What an artist.Delete
That feelings of wanting to make amends for a loved one will always reassert itself !ReplyDelete