Not Alone
Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther
Not Alone
(The Week Michael Jackson Died)
From the four corners,
people observed
through grieving family eyes.
I was not alone.
Down the blood red carpet,
a golden casket
carried The King
popped
in his final act.
I’d sing to him.
I’d sing with him.
I’d cure him
of his instabilities
and self loathing.
But I’ll never meet him now.
I’ll never get to hold his hand;
to heal the world,
to save each creature
by his side.
I am not alone:
missing him,
his philanthropy ,
his unconditional, total love.
I flash YouTube
one song
after another;
sing them
with unlicensed
Karaoke lyrics.
The pain doesn’t stop.
I remember hours
of burning electricity —
spinning tunes
dancing just like him
or maybe dancing my own
chassé-Marimba-two-step.
I pull out the vinyls
and drop a tear
on every album sleeve.
I return to the world of today:
to neighbors,
to newscasts,
to blogs in Japanese .
Around me —
emotional schemas
of every variety;
and I realize,
I am not alone.
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Written for:
Magpie Tales – Mag 153
Also posted on:
OpenLinkNight ~ Week 81
Posted on January 27, 2013, in ABC wednesday, D’verse Poets Pub, Magpie Tales, Poetry and tagged chirbit, dversepoets, Magpie Tales, Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson poetry, Michael Jackson verse, online poetry, poetics, Poetry & Prompts, Poetry Blogroll, poetry forms, poetry prompt, poetry sharing, The King of Pop, The King of Pop poetry, The King of Pop verse, The Week Michael Jackson Died, writing prompt. Bookmark the permalink. 39 Comments.
Verification wastes my time, and often doesn't work. I am going to stop commenting on pages that require verification one of these days.
ZONGRIK 
I think this, I have thought this, wanted to know why, wanted to heal; there have been many. Still, over the years, in their passing, they still come from time to time for visit. The door is always open……..thank you for this.
Beautifully written with such a depth of emotion. I enjoyed where you went with this –
nice…spinning the songs on youtube…music always carries such power…to take us there…and when someone is gone it can feel like ripping the scab off again and again as well…nice techno touches as well…smiles…i also like the realization int he end that you are not alone as well…
Sadness – zinging the zongs of zongrik.
Took me back to when John Lennon was killed.
this took me back to when John Lennon was killed.
Music connects the souls of us all, you paint that picture perfectly with your words here!
Something dies in all of us when we lose such an influence. Then we realise the baton has been passed.and we have been relegated to observer status.
Great emotion in this.
I love your ‘modern’ poem about vinyl ! Great- and I too have a ‘Heavy’ first name so borrowing a bit of our married name is very welcome!
Creates all sorts of memories….other times, other people. Bitter sweet memories.
Thank you…interesting poem.☺
I was thinking about how music is such a common denominator…am not one to express myself verbally…especially when in distress…I never thought of utube or karaoke
“I pull out the vinyls
and drop a tear
on every album sleeve.”
That sentence is what got me thinking…
and remembering how comforting being able to hold the albums
in my hands was. And how my favorites surrounded me for a good nights
sleep … not realizing back in the day, that it was the music that would sustain me.
Thank you…♥
What an emotional time this was. You captured it well.
zinging the zongs…nicely done and thanks for sharing
Lovely tribute…
love the flow of emotions in this…it’s sad that he died so young.. a wonderful talent lost way too early…
Oh, I know those were sad times. He left way too young with so many songs left unsung…your poem pays tribute to him nicely.
There’s both a subtle irony and genuine sadness here – certainly the character speaking feels it. Very interesting portrait of her- k.
a beautiful dedication… he was an often misunderstood and gifted person. I double checked my settings after your comment… word verification isn’t on, I turned it off quite some time ago and it still is off…. so that’s really weird that it popped up for you. Sorry… I don’t like word verification either… my eyes have such a hard time reading the “codes”
🙂
“I am not alone.” !!!!!!!! also really liked these lines:
“or maybe dancing my own
chassé-Marimba-two-step.”
strong emotion flowing through this tribute !!
He was a wonderful entertainer.
His music lives on and he will not be forgotten ~
Well said. It’s sad to see someone with such talent lost to the world so tragically.
Absolutely beautiful.
Beautiful Words.
Thanks for linking up.
A lovely share.
It was nice to hear the emotion of your voice in this tribute to Michael Jackson. A troubled, brilliant man…we will always be joined through his music.
it is always a pleaure to hear you read tammy!
as a lad i was obsessed with MJ’s music and moves . . .
he had the IT, thats for sure!
Heartfelt tribute to an icon gone..his music and personna lives…thru ur words…
Great write, the music/ musicians we fall in love with have such a huge impact on our lives.
A lovely poem – poignant and powerful.
Wonderful tribute. Well written and one I relate to closely.
What a lovely ode to The King of Pop. The specifics you mention make it clear you area true fan, not a band-wagon follower.
This is sublime. I miss him too. And Lennon. And Donna Summer.
The King is dead , long live the King !
Very nice!
Very strong write with all the emotions of a Star dying.
Found this link on GoodReads!:)
great job, truly awesome:)