Tears
People say I’m the life of the party because I tell a joke or two. I might be laughing loud and hearty but deep inside I’m blue. See me with another girl looking like I’m having fun… she might be cute but she’s a substitute: you’re the permanent one.
Outside I’m masquerading, inside my hope is fading; just a clown since you’re not around. My smile is just make-up since I lost you, so take a good look at my face, you’ll see my smile looks out of place; look closer, it’s easy to trace the tracks of my tears.
All apologies and all credit to Smokey Robinson. If you don’t, by some slim chance, know this song, listen to it, think about the difference between song and poem, and regard the greatness of Smokey Robinson.
Carlos Repuesto de la Tabla 
Well, I see the tracks of your tears, but I do not approve! Write another story now!
Your muse,
Lindaura
Can’t; it’s taken long enough to write a second story just trying to get the thing posted. Gotta get to work now.
Few differences between song and poetry so far as I’m concerned; thanks for reminding me of the lyrics. It still doesn’t count as an entry though. 😦
http://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/2012/04/20/spellbound-friday-fictioneers-april-2012/
No, definitely not an entry. I do think song and poetry are different, though. There are lapses in this that work fine with the music and arrangement.
Maybe you need to be a bit original.
http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/04/20/fridayfictioneers-diamond-tear-drops/
Maybe I needed to take a vacation.
Naughty, naughty,
Here’s mine
http://tollykitsjourney.wordpress.com/2012/04/20/flash-fiction-story-2-for-fridayfictioneers-flashfiction/
I know, I know… just massively busy this week, couldn’t get inspired, tried to use the song for inspiration but all I could think about was how great the song is, ran out of time, so thought it would at least provoke some comment…
I like the story and description. I also like how this seems to be poetry masquerading as prose, especially as it also reflects the character.
http://littlewonder2.wordpress.com/2012/04/20/friday-fictioneers-bats/
Well, it’s really a song, full of rhymes and alliterations, but the melody and the rhythm make the “reading” of it another thing.
Ah, yes, I can see the alliteration specifically at the end now. I can’t believe I didn’t notice before; alliteration is my favourite language feature!
Carlos, I am officially cross with you because of your cruel comment about the English on Lindaura’s blog. However, this is beautiful and needs a comment about how sad it made me feel. I like how you changed a break up to a death (DarkElmo loves death!) and your tribute to Smokey Robinson.
But I’m still cross! 😉
I’m over here: http://elmowrites.wordpress.com/2012/04/20/friday-fiction-maturity/
Why are you cross? Are you English? If so, you should be impervious; the English are secure and never doubt their language, scorning American English about the same as the French scorn Quebecois. It can be confusing, though. When there was a big terrorist bombing a few years ago, we could not figure out where it took place; every newscaster said it was in Barley, which we thought must be in the north of England. It took days to figure out they were saying Bali.
I am English. And don’t worry, it’s not only the Brits who are secure in their use of the language we invented – I’ve lived in Canada for two years and been roundly abused for my usage and pronunciation. Apparently the Canadian live-and-let-live attitude doesn’t extent to language. Anyway, rant over. I’m not cross really and I did like your “story”
Americans don’t trust language, that’s why all those American heroes, John Wayne to Clint and everyone in between, even the guy in NCIS, are monosylabic, strong and silent types. I lived in the mountains of northern California for quite awhile amongst loggers and they all thought if you were a talkative man you must be gay. I wonder if it goes back to colonial distrust of the English.
wait. so your entry is lyrics from a smokey robinson classic?
Absolutely. Never pretended it was mine, just thought it was a lyric that had some great lines and possibly shows the difference between a poem and a song. See the other replies…
¡Ay, amigo! Me gusta, pero no es TUYA.
That IS one of my favourite Smokey Robinson songs, though.
Here’s my story for the prompt: http://wp.me/p24aJS-3Z
No, definitely not mine. I couldn’t find the inspiration or the time this week; I tried to use that song to inspire me and look what happened.
A very sad story this week and an unexpected use of the prompt. Nice twist at the end, too.
My two stories are this-a-way:
http://garybaileywriting.wordpress.com/2012/04/20/fridayfictioneers-death-and-life/
Certainly it was an unexpected use of the prompt. It didn’t make mefeel sad, though; it made me happy that I didn’t have to eke a story out of that prompt.
Ah, good ole Smokey…
Here’s mine: http://teschoenborn.com/2012/04/20/friday-fictioneer-5/
Yes, a creative genius. When you listen to the song, the way the words work is completely different to reading them. Little things, like when the Miracles sing the words “Inside” and “Outside” and Smokey answers them with the rhyme “I’m masquerading…” and “My hope is fading…” just great. And his singing, awesome; could make you cry. He wrote so many great songs for Motown and was such a brilliant singer.
I only know one Smokey Robinson song, but this wasn’t it. But reading those lyrics reminded me of it, so I guess you’ll get a pass this week Carlos 😉 Glad you joined us in whatever capacity you could muster, ha.
Oh, listen to the song, the original version by Smokey and the Miracles and see how the words play out. And what a great singer Smokey is — one of the great female singers who happened to be a man.
And thank you for the pass, Madison!
This was a tough prompt… If you’ve been busy on top of that, can’t blame you…
haven’t heard this song though… will plug it in now.
Thanks for sharing!
Parul
http://faitaccompli.wordpress.com/2012/04/20/layla/
Good song!
Parul; LIsten to Linda Ronstadt’s version. A classic.
Listen to the original Smokey Robinson version!
I love the song. I love the lyrics. I love it by Linda Ronstadt. But Carlos…this is a cop-out. Come on… get busy and write your own…in any 100-word format…be it lyric, poem, story…an original by you and you alone. Maybe next week? Here’s mine:
http://www.triplemoonstar.blogspot.com
I’ve written many but this was a very bad week. I could have written nothing, but I thought this would at least be slightly thought-provoking, and I think has been. I have to say, the Ronstadt version is pallid in comparison the Smokey Robinson and the Miracles’ original. But that’s another debate.