Morning Views; 18 Jul.

1. 

“you really wrote all of these about me?”

She asked, gently rubbing at my face

I nodded, careful not to lose her touch.

“all of these three hundred some, are you to me”

The ship began to shake, rattle, and break

“Ill never leave again, I didn’t know; but I have baggage, see?  

Taking her hand, together we swam into the breach. 

 

2.

What I would give for thoughtless slumbers

Ones void of visitors, disregard intentions;

So many are the devils haunting this chapel

 

3.

The birds do not sing to me today

But there’s still beauty in these trees

The way the sunlight strikes and then retreats

Beaten back by so many leaves

Those of us beneath are left in peace.

4.

So this is what they talk about, when they talk about life; Hemingway or Hunter, and harsh realities that is.Long, drunken nights spent trying to beat back the effects of life, of age, and of countless mistakes; and then finally acceptance, perhaps swallowed with another drink.  

Reviews

[littlewhitebird]

really enjoyed the first one. I'd love to get more insight on this girl, and why she makes him tick. and god, that part about him not wanting to move too much for her touch, aah so sweet :3

[A.J.]

welp, all you have to do is keep reading. I only ever refer to one girl. just one. :)

[Robert Lindsay]

This is the first of yours I've read AJ and its very striking as an authentic voice. I get the feeling that you're observant of every outer and inner process savouring all the experiences both harsh and beautiful. Impressive writing, but more importantly seems you're teaching yourself and your readers to see things more deeply.

[A.J.]

Wow thank you for the compliment sir. I do my best to see everything.

[Robert Lindsay]

You're welcome sir. I'm definitely going to read more of your stuff.

[Catlen]

Beautiful, A.J. Just beautiful!

[A.J.]

Thank ya thank ya!

[The Verse: A Poetry Jou..]

Those birds, reading I now look forward to. Thanks for posting.

[A.J.]

thank you once again! haha.