Old Pains

Randomly spun out poetry... completely fictional

Once upon a moon lit mad man, was non other than a glad man
Who had upon his shoulders heavy, the image of a black and silver Chevy
He spoke of time's old and young, when everything bucked and banged with a gun
Of times of sugar and caffeine highs, golden girls and buttermilk thighs
On his hands, withered and worn, a relic from the past, did on his finger,adorn
One of promise that he'd always kept, Yet, the fates, that day, had seemed inept
Memories of the bus that drove clear through, a stop light fast and ran her through
Right on the pavement a front a coffee shop, the shock of it all made the man stop
There in a flash, a moment or less, his love was taken, in a big ole' mess.
Tears had come, they'd poured from the heavens, days and nights and lucky 7's
Spot to flash, to that late night splash, he'd tried everything and all, even hash
He'd lost it all, he'd seen the streets, far gone and away from texts and tweets
Now he sits dark and brown, the sun always baking, it's light on the ground
Lonely perhaps, in spirit he'd found peace, for he knew, love wouldn't cease.

Reviews

[Lina Grey]

This is a lovely poem. You have a unique writing style and an incredible ability to paint pictures you've never seen. The sensual language, rhyming scheme, and soft flow add to the idea of 'peace at last'. A beautiful piece you've written here. Thank you.

[Shy Girl]

Tragic but humorous. Nifty combo you have going for random. That is quite a story to tell. Love never ending...exists even when we think it let us down. I don't know how you fit all that in there and still rhyme. Amazing talent, oh wise one..lol :)

[Helen Woodward]

Interesting poem that meanders through unique phrasing (not unusual for you) there is also an intelligence here that is somewhat hindered by the rhyme, I think that at times rhyming stifles the rhythm of the read...just my opinion and that does not take away from the message here which is pretty devastating, yet you have managed to weave humour in there (also not unusual for you) I am a fan of your work as you would know Wolfie and I loved this..because it is unique, fresh and a delight.

Helen~