Confessions

"Nothing is written in stone when you have really great sandpaper"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can’t image him here

Anymore;

as I once did …

every second of

my existence.

But I remember your

Shoulders; how strong.

Wistfully; he said...

“ I used to think

The sun was God”

his backseat driver;

windowed,

Confession.

Perhaps to his reflection

…made with someone’s image.

A testimony…

How people grow.

How people change.

red hot with belief

One moment

And then riddled

With doubt the next

That they maybe; and

That they always are,

One moment away

From something…

Wild and untamed.

If only they could believe,

Long enough,

Hard enough ...not realizing

that you are already there

hell on earth

or in Eden's Havona...

 

The powers that be~ are pro

 "choice', pro "will"...

 not in what you get;

what I want, is not always

what is best in the big picture

or in hindsight;

but in what you give...

what you hold in your heart

now that belongs to you...no one can

take that away.

 

But, I can't imagine him here

anymore...as I once did,

every second

of my

existence.

 

 

 

 

　

　

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Ah, yes... I do know what you mean. I have found that as the seasons turn and the sun's rays grow long... something happens inside.

I remember twenty or so years ago, I never stopped to think of such things.

And yet, now... if there is that someone who walks by your heart, how very blessed you are... sadly, most of the time, we find ourselves walking alone.

alisa ;-0

[Emily B]

when I read today, i remembered Emily Dickinson's words:


Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus’,
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.

[Rusty]

Nice process loss recovery bargaining I could use all of that.

[Emily B]

i sand and sand and sand . . . maybe one day the faults will all be polished away

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. wow ... this is so intriguing ... and fascinating ... is a bit of a maze for me ... but i completely relate to that part about "people" ... and how they "grow" and "change" ... i've been through a lot of oscillation ... there are days i don't know who i am at all ... and the next day i have clarity of thought ... life's a crazy journey ...

. as for wanting someone ... well ... i am of the humble opinion that to love is to want ... possession is not needed ... but then that's just me ... in any case, this is quite a piece of poetry ... i shall be back to read this maze that amazes me again ... soon ... :) ...

[Stacey Watts]

Nice work here. I think I like the ending the best. It seems to me like a song. That is the way this plays off in my head. I like the powerful words you use here. The taking back your life and making the choices all your own. Well done.

[Art Sun]

nice work...reading this poem one can see the emotional tie of one to another within reflection or memory...combined with the experiences of life and the view of experience through that relationship...ending your poem you have touched upon how things or life are as they should be, and accepting it does not take away from ones giving or ones love of life...nice