LOST LIVES

I fill the pockets of my jeans with letters and lines
like the man sitting on the curb collecting change
both of us mirrored in the images of past lives
an our emotional colors are the same
we are fated to be weighted by the burdens of man
but I am a man of weightless hands
to scribe tales, to slight life and it's demands
I have thoughts, thoughts of a foolish man....
as the man on the curb collects the coins
and the working man begs for change
standing on this curb we are one and the same
we earn the rights to knives, memories of past lives,
with toasts of champagne with our searches in vein...

Author's Note

This came from an example I gave someone about imagery, just one line expanded to make a poem, it is what it is...

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

It is...awesome! Favorited.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Whoa...This is no example. You put on a workshop.
The reflections of life are impossible to overlook.

[Fairy Willow]

Brilliant piece. I love this, its got some nice lines. Great write. :)

[Bailey C. Writing]

^ Perfect example Rene :) Brilliance!

[emmajoy]

We all look for differences because of our own differences; what touches some avoids others as if .. Writers have the ability to see rainbows and storms in all situations, trouble is, not all of us can express it as well as you.

[Judy Ponceby]

he is fated to be weighted by the burdens of man
but I am a man of weightless hands
to scribe tales, to slight life and it's demands

Love these lines. You are a very talented fella, Sir Rene. Seamless rhyme and rhythm, with beautiful imagery that you make look easy to write, and is eloquent in its detail.

[writing mojo]

such truth spurts from the vessel of this poem, I love the flow and the message of being one and the same, like skin under finger nails we have to come to the grips you have lent in open hands and a open mind width...good stuff

[Coyote Poetry]

There is no real peace in life. I believe few people are wise and appreciate what they have. Your story is true of most people. No written story for anyone. The burden of life can make us a beggar or a man seeking some kind of peace. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote