Posts Tagged ‘C. Serret’

The Last Broadcast Cycle

17 Nov
What follows is my first attempt at an interconnected poetry cycle
about a radio DJ contemplating suicide during his station's farewell
broadcast. As per a friend's plea it ends happy. I hope you enjoy it.
- C. Serret
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The Last Broadcast

17 Nov

Back to Introduction

Part 1

It’s the last broadcast of a dying year
filled with strife and fear,
bloodshed and tears,
til this moment we’ve denied
what led us here
So we come to the broadcast
proclaiming the obvious
choking the positive
all the while urging the end
But we fail to see
the sweet and the lovely
the moments of calm
that make our moments, our lives

– C. Serret

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Morning Static

17 Nov

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 Part 2
In my sleep I think I hear you speak
but I can't make it out through the sound of breakfast
It's just a half-remembered lullaby you never sung
a distant memory you didn't want a part of
It's morning static
the fading signal of a lost station
the white noise of waking
Morning static
the departure from dreams and the brief stop in wants
but can't have
the moment where I briefly believe
that you cared for me
- C. Serret

Part 3

Turning the Dial

16 Nov

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Part 3
I keep turning the dial
Passing by women like a stuttering station,
only staying long enough to catch their surface impression
Yeah turning the dial, ending the song before it ends me
never pausing, screw regretting
But you got gorgeous eyes and a smile that seems to stick
to me and my heart
and I can't seem to find the knob
So I'm turning with you, pausing in this moment
finding that the world can fit in my arms
finding I want to stay
with you and this feeling
that I don't want or need to turn the dial

-C. Serret






September Blitz

14 Nov

It was a September Blitz
and with tears in our eyes and ash on our tongue
we watched our world and our innocence,
burn in the shrapnel
Yeah a September Blitz
and for those who remember,
the sound and the thunder
we stayed changed,
frozen in a moment burned in flame
For those who hoped we would learn
that day never came and we watched it destroyed in the spiral of a plane
A September Blitz
a day of courage twisted to serve
a catalyst used for marching
not change, not unity
A September Blitz
a spreading fire of hate and mistrust
of tears and fear
But the young remember
the sound and the thunder
and with ash on our tongues
we strive to remember,
the flames and the fear
but also the hope,
the unending hope
rising from the smoke

C. Serret

Love Feels Like A Map I’ve Never Read Before

14 Nov

Tracing maps on your skin,

breathing you in

I count my stars

that I’ve found you

Tracing maps on your skin,

breathing you in

I count the ways I love you

Cliched or not,

I can’t escape this feeling

of destiny,

this feeling of instant sunshine

when I hold your smile with both hands

Tracing maps on your skin,

breathing you in

I don’t want to escape the feeling,

that you might stay

-C. Serret

I Want To Feel Free Again

14 Nov

I want to feel free again

Learn how to breathe again

so I’m back at this memory

running the car to nowhere

with the wind in our hair

We have nothing left to share

except to keep moving

with or without each other

live or die

But babe let’s keep moving

striving, reaching

So gun the car

let’s keep moving

bring us forward

no matter what’s ahead

We’ve got each other

even if we can’t believe it


-C. Serret

Shadows and Heartbeats

14 Nov
Hold me close a little longer

Make these shadows seem a little warmer

You don’t care, never did

but let me pretend you do

So hold me close a little longer,

make me believe there’s more to life

than shadows and heartbeats

Let it seem like your heart can beat for me

Help me believe there’s more to life,

than shadows and heartbeats

-C. Serrett