Mirage possibilities

There is no hope with the heart.........

I seek Shangri-La

through a desert of mirage possibilities,

a thousand have been here before

now it’s my journey to tread

solitary I carry on

 

who could I tell these cryptic truths to

 

how does a smile have that kind of power

what is wrong with me

 

God

oh  God

 

if only I could tell you what you mean to me

if only my mind’s eye was reality

if only I was blind to your beauty

 

if only

if only

if only

 

truly the heart is my enemy

I was content in ignorant sublimity  

 

then I noticed

your eyes

your mind

your heart

 

God

oh God

 

I am damned by wants

I am damned by desires

 

there is no freedom

alone I continue on

 

hope has left long ago........

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dessi]

The longer I felt the way of this poesy, the more I am convinced I am an intruder. My application to Sinclair to begin make up work has been interrupted by a photographer who has seen my profile, which I shot myself, and I have been invited to do a shoot in New York! I am flying out as soon as possible. I'm so full of regret that my feeble assumptions, or should I say presumptions, have been my own imaginations. You are quite a catch, eloquent Poet. May we meet again soon. Jen (Post Script. You were correct. My hope was futile from the start.)

[Dave W.]

Why are you an intruder?

[Dessi]

I feel like an intruder at times when I try to be more brave yet feel defeated...I like you as a good friend but I need a few days before I can regain my composure. Thank you for being a nice guy. (The job nose dived.)

[Dessi]

There is hope as long as your heart is beating, elegant poet. Such beauty in your grief. I'm sorry to say that. I wish you could divide your gift from your seeming despair. I do hope to read more from you as you find that treasure you seek. You will find it. Thank you for posting.

[Dave W.]

Thankyou Jenny, sometimes there is no amount of hoping or wanting that will change things....

[Dessi]

You'll be surprised, hun. God can do anything.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Unrequited? That’s probably what the desert ‘whispered’ to my mind’s ear. False hope(s)? That’s what mirages turn into after they dissipate. But for myself, I’m still fascinated by mirages… that may keep me from catching the reality of the situation at hand. A very engaging read 🙏🏻🕊

[Dave W.]

They are hopes for possibilities that I know dont exist, for someone there is no hope for no matter what my heart wants......

[redd Brick Keshner]

I concur 🙏🏻🕊