What Then?

Sometimes it seems like your luck might be tampered with. Very short poem about a fear.

 

There’s a feeling I get

that I won’t be there

when it finally arrives

riding in on waves

generated by countless days

that have passed

right before my eyes

and fell to the floor

right there in front of me

at my feet shoed in holey socks

and thin soulless soles.

 

I mean

what if there’s a knock

at my front door

and I’m not home to

let it in and make it feel welcome?

 

What if it never comes back?

 

What then?

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

Sounds like it is talking about the fear of losing hope. And the comment about not being there to let it in, sounds like one being afraid of missing that chance to have hope walk in the door.
But isn't hope with in onself? Thus it becomes just a simple choice to choose fear over hope.
Great Write. I find that it's one to think and ponder over. :)

[TL Boehm]

so good to see a poem from you even if it is a somber one. that almost neurosis that creeps in to us when we are alone....well written.

[Hedra Helix]

you make your stories ring with truth in very few words and coming in on it knowing nothing about a writer they still speak like bottomless wells with familar faces. I dig

[J.P. Bristow]

I love the perspective here...haunting.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

for me, this was the fear of lost and/or missed opportunities. perhaps even from staring at the closed door too long, and forgetting about the breeze from the open window.

that's the fear that it brought up in me.

"I meanwhat if there's a knockat my front doorand I'm not home tolet it in and make it feel welcome?"

Love that.

This is a great, succinct piece. it really spoke to me. I actually really love it my dear

hugs

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

fantastic write... love that last line the 'what then?' thought that was perfect way to end it --

[Robert Luna]

I really liked this and thought it was very creative. You have pushed the lines of normality and knocked the dust off the formal style with this. I love to see a writer work within their own ideas of what is abd should be and not fall victim to trying to force the flow of thoughts into something that has no life of its own. You have written something different and wonderful here.

Great Job!!!!!

[Kiri J]

finally a new piece of Adam poetry. I have missed it.

x

[Sara Henry Heistand]

I'm relishing in how the first "stanza" drops off...in soft staccatos? I can't explain that, really, but that's what comes to mind. There's emphasis on the cliff of words. It feels very lost. Not bad lost! Very emotional and breathy. I can clearly see a man sitting in his loveseat, staring down at his socks and interrogating them. The punniness of "soulless souls", though obvious, has depth. The man feels alone and he's there talking to his socks and shoes--that can't talk back.

This has to be one of the stronger poems of yours, sir. It's short, but jam-packed with character and backstory. I applaud you! (Damned if you don't read this tomorrow night!)

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Nice work- ambiguous (appropriately so). I think you do a strong job of showing the fine line between fear and anticipation.