Going Deeper

There are people in places that we can reach...if we try

Going Deeper

There is a place to go
And we all go, we do… go
Where the beige wall is painted
A violent red

The dark spot
A cancer on an otherwise healthy heart
Is real in comparison
To a birthday party, or an anniversary dinner

We dig with a new spade
And then cover what we have found
The smell of foul and sour earth
Discoveries, shadowy and veiled but solid in the mind

The line is thin
So thin that every word is complacent
Thin as winter lips, cracked and dry
And we dance, hoping someone will throw some water

Careworn hands and eyes filled with lust
Where are you now? Who are you now?
Don’t look in the mirror
The reflection is you, pointing at you

Don’t worry my child
The colors black and purple are everywhere
Your place, this place, is special
Let’s have a picnic, let’s have a cry

Darkness fades as the light rises and cuffs
Picking up the dishes of our meal
Walking and walking back to what
The everything that everyone wants us to be

Author's Note

You have to play in their sandbox.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Took me a bit...but here...here I am at my beginning...all those lil bread crumbs so neatly placed...so carefully thought out by whomever...Here is where I'm suppose to begin. thin as winter lips... and we dance....don't look in the mirror....the reflection is you. Here I am raw...teary...but oh so real. I'm overwhelmed! 1,000,000 kudos

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Yeah, Im reading it again...so the next 10 views will be me:)

[Crowley]

I wrote this when a family member was going through final stages of Alzheimer's. So sad. I was the only one she would talk to and let into her house, and I had only met her six months earlier.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It's your presence and your spirit. Thank you for sharing these things..its real...and I humbly like it.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Tell it like it is Corey. Stunningly good, this is. I felt my jaw dropping open.
I'm tired of being the everything that everyone wants me to be. The image of looking into the mirror and seeing myself pointing back is going to stick with me for a long time.

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem paints a sad scene. The use of the word black with purple paint a somber scene which makes this poem more descriptive. I can see this whole story flow through my mind. Great use of the color purple. It really adds to the poem.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

ah this one almost made me weep. i think things like this so often..

there is an old man who wears a bright green v neck sweater over his bowtie and dress shirt. he was here the very first day i moved to vancouver, and i still see him, everyday. he sits outside a coffee shop, and over the years his sweater has become rattier and even more dog-eared. i wonder if his wife gave him that sweater, or his child, and if that is what makes it so precious. i've tried to say hi a few times, but he's too far gone in his loneliness to respond.

this one broke my heart...

[Nianque]

Interesting poem. :)

[OkieWonKenokie]

This kind of makes me think of my grandpa and great grandma who passed away last year. Beautiful poem too.

[Wicahpi]

No! lol I don't wanna play in their sandbox.
Interesting poem!

[Ice QueenJen]

very beautiful writing.... I think I shall save it too.

[Elizabeth]

"Let’s have a picnic, let’s have a cry" and "We dig with a new spade
And then cover what we have found" really stood out to me. Beautifully done.