RUBBLE OF OUR COMFORT ZONE

We travel in small circles
love in short supply
between coffee and angry faces

lets us skip the politeness
it is only air
we constantly brush
upon the white lie of words

happy hour drinks numb
the pain beneath the skin
treading in the wind
waiting to be saved

show us the place
where we sit in the rubble
of our comfort zone
defensive and alone

where lifeguards
without limbs
are at the ready.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words and artwork my Poet and writer friend.
"happy hour drinks numb
the pain beneath the skin
treading in the wind
waiting to be saved"
Rubble, roadblocks and accepting less. Sad ending for some men. I enjoyed the complete poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Lily Mae]

Wow.. lifeguards without limbs.. well said. Strong poetry my friend.. Awesome write..xo

[emmajoy]

It's not always what'i said or written that means the most, but the shadowy frame about. For me, this a picture of acceptance of what life really is, - no frills, no fancies, no make.believe.. but reality with air conditioned endurance.

[Rene Velez]

Thanks Emma.

[Lauriegirl]

This is a spectacular piece, and written with a great heart!

[Anne Timmins]

I really enjoyed this write. It has a different kind of appeal and flows very well. Thank you for sharing it.

[Baby Ricochet]

Love the fourth stanza. Great work Rene

[Wandering Minstrel]

The full lines are brimming of imagery and emotion. You have touched your reader with poetry from distant recesses of my mind.

[Mary Bosworth]

This is something beautiful. A declaration of self. A piece from the heart

[John Anderson]

Love the passion in your poem. This is beautifully penned and flows so well.

[Vito]

Nicely done piece. You have a way of flowing the words down the page and including a good deal of emotion. Relatable, insightful and palpable