Two many strikes against him…loses shyness, bold, then shyness again…needs another bourbon….to get his courage going again, but it looks doubtful…..do I or do I not….such great metaphors here j. You just have that great knack!
Best
B.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
thank you for your kind review, Betty...
courage, yes.
How many slaps does it take to make a man?
How much do we face before we reach again?
and again?
Our "whys" seldom change,
our nows always remain.
And the night shares our pain
'cross the world - where it always echoes ...again.
We do want - THAT doesn't go away
and yet as we dwell in our yesterdays
tomorrows are borne
each today.
Quit? If only...
but
then who would whisper
in their dark
anymore ...or evermore?
Chris
PS Jacob, you ARE one of the rarest men I know... you care AND still reach.
The message here is clear. Don't drink and dive. Because if you drink like a fish you can't swim like one. And if you hit hard rock as you're paddling through life just yell out this warning, DAM! And try to swim around.
He’s put others first way too long saving the world maybe
Very deep poem can be interpreted any way we like. I’m probably right off the mark
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Never off the mark, Julie....poems belong to the reader...and you see whatever picture it paints for.. read moreNever off the mark, Julie....poems belong to the reader...and you see whatever picture it paints for you.
j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..