Not alone

Not alone

A Poem by Jack...

Not alone

 

 

Like block shaped wheels our lives stumble at the chapters we write

Corners seem dark and teeming with doubt,

alleyways call in echoes of our name,

as if tempting us to crawl when we cannot walk

 

“Fear begins the parade at our fragile hearts”

 

Shades are drawn and slotted with eyes watching,

voices ring the halls of the buildings looming large,

rumors of pointed fingers find our ears in colander fashion,

dripping fear at our feet

 

“Waves conduct sound, crashing vividly as we hear”

 

We cry,

hoping these tears will somehow wash the pain,

fill the gutters and move out to sea,

casting waves upon unsuspecting shores

 

“Wishes…more waste than want…at least of these eyes”

 

When of the shadows a touch,

softly at first, then strong upon our shoulders fall…

comfort leaps to our hearts in sing song praise,

wishes become goals and finish line adventures

 

“What is this light, soft yet sure, found within”

 

We are not alone, darkness hints at light

and butterflies fill our air with prism’d colors and soft breezes

collecting on our damp cheeks and drying the aftermath

of our understanding of reality

 

“Dreams of these nightmares fade into happiness”

 

We find footprints in the dirt…two which are not our own,

closely, yet affectionately following our way and bringing direction

to our dreams, yet the nightmares still flourish

but we do not feel so alone

 

“Fences built may keep us in yet… may keep us out”

 

For this hand, from a distance,

climbing mountains and fording rivers

leads our hearts to the safety of love just beyond the bricked wall,

the ivy covered monolith, the chain link disaster

which once stood locked

 

“Finding that a breath may exhale peace…again”

 

Now stands open of the arbor of hibiscus

blooms and teapot pourings fore our eyes…open and hopeful of the coming truth

once lost beyond our dreams…and we breathe

for it feels right to breathe while standing in the darkness…not alone

 

 

 

© 2013 Jack...


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They say we are never alone...at least not in spirit. You say it here so eloquently...truly a heart touching write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words my friend.
I know I have read this poem a few times, but I see I haven't reviewed it. I think it hits me in so many ways, I guess I've had a hard time formulating words for a review. It is hopeful and that is what resonates and stays with me after each read.
Love this stanza:
"We cry,
hoping these tears will somehow wash the pain,
fill the gutters and move out to sea,
casting waves upon unsuspecting shores"

Excellent, my friend!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank so much my good friend.
I like this man....I like this


Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much.
This one has a much stronger tenor than many of your romantic poems, I really enjoyed it. That voice of yours really shines. The line about tears washing out to sea was stunning. I think this is one of my favorites.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Wow, happy you enjoyed this Kristin. Thanks so much.
This is so gentle and beautiful. I am enamored by this stanza:

We are not alone, darkness hints at light
and butterflies fill our air with prism’d colors and soft breezes
collecting on our damp cheeks and drying the aftermath
of our understanding of reality

“Dreams of these nightmares fade into happiness”

This is filled with such hope.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. Your words this day have made my smile grow and made my enti.. read more
a brilliant write... loved this piece... hats off

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much.
Stunning piece of art Jack, the imagery is like a Monet, painted with such exquisite brush strokes, loved it from first word to last...

We are not alone, darkness hints at light
and butterflies fill our air with prism’d colors and soft breezes
collecting on our damp cheeks and drying the aftermath
of our understanding of reality

This verse made me hold my breath though, just outstanding all around....! I think my favorite, but then I say that about a lot of your work....

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much my friend, just a poetic message to a very good friend who I felt was in need of a hu.. read more
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Yep, felt like a hug on the page, was my pleasure :-)
Mark i just love this piece !!

We cry,

hoping these tears will somehow wash the pain,

fill the gutters and move out to sea,

casting waves upon unsuspecting shores


Just brilliant !

“Finding that a breath may exhale peace…again”



Now stands open of the arbor of hibiscus

blooms and teapot pourings fore our eyes…open and hopeful of the coming truth

once lost beyond our dreams…and we breathe

for it feels right to breathe while standing in the darkness…not alone



Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Debbie
Debbie_Philly

11 Years Ago

I have NOOOO idea why I said Mark.... I know that you are Jack...lol my mind is not right these day.. read more
Jack...

11 Years Ago

No problem, I have made that mistake before, I didn't take any offense.
I have read this over several times and find your words very captivating. It is a comfort to know another set of footprints are next to ours....not alone...faith is a great comfort in times of doubt. Great write my friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Carol.
It seems here in great detail to indicate the happening we experience as a poet when we touch the dark side, in great detail well worded, and expressed my friend, you always give me thoughts, to ponder, which I so love. As I said before, your darker realm, is artful too. You should do this more, to variate, for I think you could write horror too, (just not standing fully open for it) maybe... but it's so fun! :) We are never alone into the darkness, for our poetic hearts, shall brighten the path... a well balanced piece.

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much my sweet friend.

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San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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