lost miracles

lost miracles

 

precious gifts wrapped and tied in classical subtlety

burn unopened on neighbor doorsteps

like paper bag dog s**t pranks of youth

harsh laughter rains pestilence on progression

 

we watch like hog-tied angels from our nosebleed seats

as you wallow in the squalor of intelligence mashed

we cry like warning banshees unto brick-wall-ward streaks

as you choose to smash your talents into tragedies

 

when, finally, you reach back for a loving outstretched hand

you are halfway to impact and too far gone to save

so we will wave our flags and rave of countless could-have-beens

as we lower another dream into the sad eternal mud

 

we watch like broken spotlights as the empty stage groans

and the ghosts of thoughtless hopefuls whisper smoky memories

we wonder if the sun could shine a bit brighter through the cold

as a picture and a gravestone gather heartless dust

Author's Note

never a sermon.....
always just a humble observation

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Today's write: Ghost of Christmas Present~
You have turned your unerring eye onto the social mores (or morass) of our daily existence and it all seems rather hopeless really. I've decided to stay in bed for the whole weekend, and consider my time better spent reading a good book, written by an intellectual being, than actually attempting to live. I don't want to stand at the graveside of my hopes and witness the inevitable.
I don't dispute a single word but am filled with sadness that the best of the present generation have nothing to look forward to.

[FireWoman]

A modern day Roman in the lion's den kinda feel. We are all responsible for the life we lead and for the lives we don't intervene in when we see fault.

[Nothing Personal]

What we could become, what we eventually are. Does the job perfectly, metaphorically. Strong images and great language to reach out..Like the 4 stanza-4 line format..makes it more approachable..Great job SK

[vido.]

this is beautiful and flows with such brilliant means. thank you :)

[KAREN]

A nice poetic flow and a good write!!

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

we watch like broken spotlights as the empty stage groans

that is starkly beautiful.. wow. it brings such a vivd picture in my mind..
again, this seems cynical and caustic.. but i still sense a touch of hope..

[Hollow Man]

this feels more like an inner observation to me. 'a gravestone gathers heartless dust' what an image. we all feel this way, i think, at some point. Some of us feel it everyday. Lets hope that sun does start to shine a bit brighter. the cold doesn't kill, it just exists, as we do

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the lens of your eye is sharpest of all ~telescoping in reverse to ink and refill and spill back out our humdrum fingers drumming to yet another day gone to sh*t~
=(
I could bemoan humanity and extol it to hump it off the lazy rump~ but I've learned the hard way being altruistic liberalistic bleeding heart doormat~and so now I'm one of the spectators~ shaking head while rattling literary bones~

[Maurice]

A very astute observation expressed in poetic form. Good write.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Great observation of talent gone to waste. Not trying is the biggest failure. Love it.
"when, finally, you reach back for a loving outstretched hand
you are halfway to impact and too far gone to save"