Crossing lines

Sorry

Crossing lines

 

I stood

staring out the weathered screen door

at herringbone brick walkways

through pastel frosted glaze,

mesmerized by the visions

my fog laced eyes did see

 

Squeaky hinges announced my moves

as I dreamed my way

to the gate and drew a heart in the sand

 

You drew

a line in the same sand, perfect in shape,

lengthwise of opposite directions

perpendicular to the sunrise

as far as the eye (my eyes) could see

and you smiled

 

I watched as my heart shaped caricature

grew multicolored wings,

semi-gloss and brilliant, of opaque cellophane

 

You whispered,

in fun, of happiness as trust sprang from the ground

like spring daffodils and moon lit tree tops

frolicking along the welcomed shore line

beneath regal palms and blueberry skies,

and I smiled

 

My heart flew, skies formed no boundary

imaginary or not

on polyester clouds filled with piñata sparrows

 

You watched

as I followed, taking that step,

blinded by my own imbalance,

forgetting the promises of yesterday,

crossing that line

drawn by your cherished hand

 

Our eyes met, hazel finding brown

but you looked away,

grey dripped form the heavens and butterflies faded 

 

I fell

to the ground at your feet,

still your eyes found a distraction

Crawling… making my way, reaching back for that prior thought

to my side of this horizontal trust

and while still on my knees…I apologize

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

Wow! The imagery and everything is perfect... The ending was beautifully poignant... Excellently done Jack. (:

[Jack...]

Thank you for your kind words my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, some wounds cannot be healed,...i see trust broken in this...

two people who were perfect complements for each other...

and one simply blew it...and all the apologies couldn't mend the rift.

love really does mean "having to say your sorry"

but sometimes sorry just isn't enough..
as always..breathtaking lines from you.

jacob

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Jacob.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I feel my writing skills are inadequate each time I read you..........Jack, you are one awesome poet.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Neva, It is nice to see you again. FYI - I am envious and try to learn from the beauty in the words you write.

[one sky]

In a relationship there are always ups and dows. It's not surprising that lovers would have a gap sometimes. But when words have been thrown like sharp blades...it's not easy to recover at all. Only time can tell when the wounds will heal. And it's so frustrating that a million "sorry" could not heal a single deep wound.

Jack, this is only my interpretation or reaction in this poem. I'm just trying to relate.

This is piece is written beautifully though filled with sadness. Still, at the ending there is hope in the voice, and that's good.

Amazing piece!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Margaux for stopping by and reading my poem. I am happy that it spoke to you and you are very close in your thoughts on its meaning. Your kind words to me this morning have brought a grand smile to my face. Thank you so very much again.

[one sky]

You're welcome.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Deep...deep as the deepest of oceans, my friend. I feel the emotion heavy on my shoulders; I am weighted by this read. The last line...agonizing.

Overall, of course the imagery is great (you are a master when it comes to that), and the flow of this one, though very "free" was also very nice. You are a thinker, and I like your thoughts.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much sarah. I am always made happier by your sweet words.

[ShelleyA]

Hi Jack. A beautiful write on relationship. Heartfelt. Skillfully crafted free verse. Beautiful imagery and wonderful simile "trust sprang from the ground like spring daffodils" - lovely descriptives. Nice use of contrasts. Lovely depth of feeling. Unique word choice, "polyester clouds filled with piñata sparrows" -imaginative. Delightful write. Thank you for sharing. Write on!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Shelley. I appreciate your kind words.

[ShelleyA]

You're very welcome.

[TL Boehm]

Interesting. I mean that in a complimentary way. The imagery - the metaphors, the one that Rita mentioned is completely unique. You do rhymes well - but you're just as adept at the more free form. What really got me is the message in this - it reminded me that relationships flourish within specific parameters - and when we step outside those parameters and attempt to make a person more than they can be to us - we harm ourselves and that other person. That's a profound message, Jack - thank you for that reminder. I know I have done that with friends - placed too much on them. And I needed that reminder today

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Tammy. Yes we have to realize these boundaries if we are to be the friend or lover we profess to be. I appreciate you.

[TL Boehm]

Yup. Family too. I think recently I've been guilty of this with my guy folk. I miss my elder spawn and its really not fair to be bitchy to the other two poor souls who inhabit my sphere.

[Rita L. Sev]

My heart flew, skies formed no boundary
imaginary or not
on polyester clouds filled with piñata sparrows

Your mind is a wealth of unique images, Jack - and I am so thankful that you are generous in sharing! That line in the sand - we draw them so often, then just as often, we hope that the other person will cross it.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Rita, but sometimes the true friend knows not to cross it. I appreciate you Rita.

[Frieda P]

There are times that a review are hardly necessary, this is exquisite as we've all come to expect of you Jack, just a simple thank you for sharing your outstanding wealth of poetry and talent with us is what I'm leaving here.

[Jack...]

Thank you Frieda.

[Dean Kuch®]

Ah-h, beautifully done Jack. That proverbial line drawn in the sand, how often do we draw it ourselves as a barrier against others? How often is it drawn on our behalf by someone that wishes to keep us at arms length? But, sand washes easily away when the tides roll in, and all shapes drawn there previously become muddled and indistinguishable. I believe that life, in simple terms, is a lot like that line drawn so meticulously in the sand. As it progresses, the lines of distinction become blurred and harder to visualize.

Wonderful imagery here, Jack, as we have all come to expect from a poet of your caliber...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. I appreciate your kind words. You humble me with your review.

[Dean Kuch®]

You are always welcome, my friend.