Seeing Through Shade

Mine is a world

that see's through the shade

of my own forgotten lust

for more 

For more

of the tragedies of sin

and waste

For more 

of the time wasted

wasted on waiting

waiting on wasted

dreams

Music and dance

hold not a chance

for a melody

lost to deaf ears

The sky is dark

on a hot sultry 

night

and the waves pound hard 

on the shore. 

Author's Note

This was a two minute-drill poem for me. When I want to write, but can't I will set a timer for two minutes and see what comes out.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Seeing through Shade'
James,
We learn, we struggle, we then (hopefully) realize
our own vulnerabilities and make a change before
heavy consequences come into play. I like a poem
about the real down to earth difficulties. Recog-
nizing human frailty is never something to hide.
Blessings,
Kathy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i teach my students freewriting...set a timer for five minutes and just write as much off the top of your head...works great...

did for this poem as well.
for me the shades are drawn tightly....and dreams are welcome...for some of us the melodies are all we have to listen to...no waves on the shore...Thank you for this poem.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Got to hand it to you James, your muse served you well in a two minute drill poem. Mine wouldn't even have turned up on time. There would have been a blank page. You know I might even have a go at one of these mysekf one day. Probably after a glass of vino. A good substitute when the muse is misbehaving.

Chris

[Paul Bell]

Two minutes of lust, sin, a bit of sultry pounding on the shore.
I would say it was a great two minutes.