Adult Wonder

Adult Wonder

A Poem by Pablo Cole

Adult Years of Wonder

my friends compose one invisible friend, my muse

as to it i say

"modern man is a boy gone mad

would you forgive him as you ought?"

no, in fact i was wrong, sorry

i was just talking about myself

will you forgive me?

for i've got enough sadness

to fill up a stadium

will you listen to my tune?

i will appreciate your attention

even if you do not appreciate my music

i will try to hit the right notes

and shall  i become a warrior

just to protect the things i buy, have bought, and want to buy?

i am shopping for swords

but, cowardly, only have prospects for shadow boxing

it breaks a good sweat

i turned to  love

followed around a girl for a while

i bought her chocolates i bought her roses

but she didn't want to spoon

i became a monk in ruin

yet meditating and prayerful

i turned to friendship

and found that treasure

in you

you and the whole human race -- an experiment in play

form of beauty

o, by your presence alone you make this life magic

your humanity provides in me the spark to write

magic motion of music

if i could i would cast that imaginary spell

that says don't break apart

sustain each friend, sustain each stranger, sustain each refugee

by your work

i am blessed with it all

the pain and the sorrow and bold love ancient and godful

i was feeling lonely

i was feeling blue

but i was hoping you'd tell me

something you never knew

it's a game

so i'm going to have fun

reflecting on the un-

understandable

you'd be so surprised at how happy i am

o, there willl always be more than what you want!

cherish this thought

and this game

and you know how it is

you know what it's like

you try to make some friends

but they only steal your bike

i toughen up and start throwing punches around

ah we were made for walking anyway

and i prefer books

which turn me to hopes

instead of bruises and the cage

dreamlight

wishing

fantasy

got to make a change

under the moon before the next day comes

angrily or lazily, with new abundant richness or that new frightful stuff

always patiently itself

o, well pleased with a tough evolution

transforming without plans or goals

i won't complain, or be in self pity

i know there is a meaningful order

the heart beating wins over the abuses of my past

i won't speak unless spoken to

listen for once

the truth might not be so strange

and other people are much more interesting than myself

let the floodgates of nature heal this rich and excellent earth

as productive as it wills and wishes to be

i aspired to destroy this impassive boredom

and these weak human ways

but instead rally to a win in peaceful

and loving

thoughts

of scar wisdom and abnegation of self

a grace of family and friendship, a supporting freedom of breath

and the greatest gift of giving

no small thing should be taken for granted

trauma-taught and strong

in faith and universal compassion and patient peacfeul moments

as

my interests are composed

in waking up and facing tomorrow

in these smling days

grateful for you

unafraid of losing anything else

with no unhealthy ambition

and only foolish enough to wish

for a love with some truth

remaining

yet

sharing the benefits of this earth

the blue sky hits you sometimes and you smile a real smile

shows me the truth not just the modern mirror

i have a huge grin

these days

this little boy inside me feels like he's a genius

and but of course he is wrong

© 2014 Pablo Cole


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Pablo Cole
Pablo Cole

St. John's, Canada



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