That's Me

Sun under a cloud,
I'm locked away somewhere.
Not certain of the certainty of joy
yet appreciate the green blades
of hope

That comes when I'm not looking,
when I'm pining near a tree
without buds. Sap comes-
and I taste it, knowing I'll get sticky.

Living not for consequence, but
for experience, which usually condensates
to grief. See that funny imprint
pressed against my window's
freshly breathed pane?

That's me.

Biding my thumbs,

twiddling my time- at the drop
of a clown's hat or conductor's
coat tail. Swinging from ceilings
of laughter and pain.

Warming the banana's skin,
with fingers bleeding from the peeling.
Only to get to the meat of it.
Yes, that's me.

 

Author's Note

Actually, this is about living on passion ;)

Reviews

[Gandré]

Jenny! This is soo beautiful "Not certain of the certainty of joy / yet appreciate the green blades / of hope "
this poem makes me cry. It is amazingly deep, at least for me. I totally can live its meaning inside me, what ever you wanted to say: I am extremely touched. "That comes when I'm not looking, / when I'm pining near a tree
without buds." --- this is exactly what I say and write about. Only when we are not looking but feeling we are real. This is artist's life. Everything what is not this is an illusion. I am so glad that you feel the same. "Swinging from ceilings / of laughter and pain." ------ this is the experiencing life. For real is what you experience not what one beliefs. the real experience is the dance between the faces of consciousness. I write a paper about this. I will post soon, you will like it. It is something like you wrote here. I love you. Beautiful meaningful poetry.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Ah, what is life without fervor? This stirs the blood and drives the mind. I blow a breath into the sky wondering how long it will take to push the clouds away. Some may think I'm crazy but I only wish a brighter day. Loved this.

[Carole]

The imagery in this piece is absolutely astounding.

Biding my thumbs,

twiddling my time- at the drop
of a clown's hat or conductor's
coat tail. Swinging from ceilings
of laughter and pain.

Impeccable! Great job....Carole

[James K. Blaylock]

Wow, I really loved this piece. It makes me think of how we should be living life to the fullest.

jkb

[BrightEyes]

"Biding my thumbs,
twiddling my time- at the drop
of a clown's hat or conductor's
coat tail. Swinging from ceilings
of laughter and pain."

Ok, I get that this is about just being in your life; with the bad and the good and actually FEELING and experiencing all of it, letting it shape you into who you are to become. But - this stanza speaks to me (and, probably only me lol) because of the juxtaposition of the words, and references to clowns and conductors. I often live my life one step from the edge of doom, blissfully unaware hahahaha Fantastic write - great images and LOVE the message here.

*hugs*

laura

[Drifting Blue]

Well said and crafted, biding my thumbs, twiddling my time, great line. I love the general flow of the poem. Your using that's me, defining with image and not word give the piece weight.

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So many visuals that transcended into actuall sensual feeling. If Passion were the air we breath, I could totally believe every sensation that came from these lines as just that. A sweet and suculent food that our souls drink in and lay back to feel the love.

This was a magnificiant work! I truly enjoyed the experience!

Ashley

[Damien Dsoul]

It feels so much like a soliloqy, or rather, about a poet musing on herself. The yearning tone of voice leaves a cherishing mark on it's lovely quality.

[Blackbirdsong]

Living with passion does have it's price, but those moments of joy and exhilaration are worth it. The image of the bleeding fingers peeling the banana...I really felt that and it worked perfectly because of the power of that imagery. I think that's me too in this poem, even though you didn't write it about me, but I do try to live with passion myself. It's not always an easy thing to do...fear can really hold us back as a warning to danger, but also from what is good...so it takes strength to overcome that in order to allow ourselves the freedom to explore our passions.

Well you definitely got me thinking girl...love this :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Jenny this is certainly a deep writ as you reveal you imperfections to show that you are human and are not ashamed to admit it... knowing you haven't lived life to the fullest or enjoyed all the wonderful things that have come your way... of coarse I think we all have done that but most won't admit it... I bow to you for this courageous write.