The Giraffe Cries

Life...letting go

 

 

 

 

 

The Giraffe Cries

 

 

 

Dancing on a thread of silk - taut of pain,

balanced deep within the fear…

Swaying to the side in calculated energy,

breathing as the sweat begins to pour

 

Toeing the line with blinders on

only to face the evil waiting - miles above my last breath

Shambles become my life’s dreams,

as fifty or so exit the compact car below- all doors ajar

 

Pointing skyward with gloved fingers and flowered bonnets

they gasp - splashing red paint of severed smiles

and floating eyebrows, merely decorations placed by hand

and contractual obligations

 

The rings add up to three - yet left alone I find is me,

teetering of lost imagination and breath taking nuances,

blanketing the sawdust creations

of worries portrayed in a gallery of netted promises

 

It is calling now for my end - free falling with wings to spare,

a calliope whistles its crescendo beneath a tent

pitched and heaved in frustration,

along the rail lines of someone else’s thoughts

 

Not worth the price of admission - I wave

as I exit this cotton candy dream world in search of the nightmares slowly unfolding along platform bridges of age

and destined footpaths

 

The train departs…the giraffe cries

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

If you came from where I come from you would say, "What do you giraffert do?" But you don't so that will sound silly. Sounds like the circus Jack. I like this one a lot.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Ken. And you are right, I am not familiar with that term.

[Ken Simm.]

Translation in broad Lancashire. What do you have to do?

[Jack...]

I may start using it here...probably receive some weird looks, but that is nothing unusual for me.

[Ken Simm.]

Think you need to say it outloud. See what reaction you get.

[Jack...]

Ok, I'll stick my neck out and do that.

[Ken Simm.]

Hmmmm:)

[Kristin Lee]

Way to create feelings of distress! It felt like I was forced to watch something I didn't want to. The sorrow, the anger, the distrust. Very well written. And here when I saw the giraffe in the title I was hoping for something happy! Now I need to go read something upbeat....thanks! lol - I know, coming from me right?

Serioudly, well done :)

[Jack...]

You gotta watch out for those giraffes Kristin, you just can't trust them. Thank you so very much.

[Kristin Lee]

Haha, aint that the truth. My niece (she's 8) told me the other day that she thinks I look like a giraffe. When I asked her where she came up with that she said, "well. Because you have a long neck and I like that." Of all the animals a kid could compare one to...at least she's not comparing me to a cow any more!

[Jack...]

Ok, now I am laughing here on the same page as my depressing poem. Geez, you just can't trust giraffes. :)>

[Frieda P]

Holy Jack, not sure where to begin, this made me feel caged in and distraught. The chains were felt, and the cries heard. There are so many lines that are deeply affecting, I'd need to quote the entire piece of work here....

along the rail lines of someone else’s thoughts

Sometimes we get caught up in what other's think or feel, then the giraffe will shed real tears of isolation...quite exquisite in it's delivery my friend.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Frieda. Inside of my imagination hides all sorts of thoughts and ideas, some happy, some romantic and others of the darkness. I always appreciate you reviewing my work as I find you one of the best on this site.

[Frieda P]

You know it's always my pleasure Jack, there are some things that dwell in the mind that are very difficult to let go of, no matter how hard we try....and thank you for being you.

[carol burgess romance]

Deep and complex but after several reading I feel that I unraffled the full meaning....letting go can bring great relief after the pain subsides...very good write as always.

[carol burgess romance]

I think my spelling is a bit off this morning

[Jack...]

Thanks Carol and no problem on the spelling, I am the world's worse.

[carol burgess romance]

you are welcome my friend