And so it goes...

You are my sun and my moon...where are you?

 

And so it goes…

another sun, another day

 

Lost to the horizon’s constant appetite

for all that this sky above may hold

Thin and straight, never-ending, swallowing the beauty

that waits for us as we look up

only to follow the minutes

ticking away as fast as the journey

 

I have come to determine

one night sitting on the front porch

counting fireflies and missing you,

(tearing up for my impending daily loss)

that this place, this narrow slice at the end of this earth

must surely consist of multi-colored liquid

 

For the splash made by the sun

is more vibrant than anything I have ever witnessed

Staining the western heavens

with pastel swashes of glowing patterns

until the wash fills with shade and is

hidden by a new moon glow

 

and so it goes

another moon, another night…without you

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Kristin Lee]

So much heart and very lovely as always. Though a lot of sorrow bleeds into this one.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much for stopping by Kristen. I appreciate your kind words.

[s y e]

Always full of heart, Jackomantic - this is lovely, I can feel the sadness in this write though. I hope your day brightens up.

[Jack...]

Thank you very much Sye. It will now.

[s y e]

Good, I hope so.

[prachi prangya agasti]

the feeling, the ache is nicely visible through words... lovely poem...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my new friend.

[Dhaye]

The longing for someone special...
You have made another breath-taking poetry here, Jack. Though it is full of sadness, the beauty of this piece still the one that captivates the reader's attention.
Great!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Dhaye.

[Dhaye]

You're welcome, Jack. :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

So good to be reading you again, my friend. I quite liked this piece. It shows the depth of your delving spirit which observes and then questions in an apt manner. I feel the yearning and the pangs of visceral desire to simply...know.

I have come to determine
one night sitting on the front porch
counting fireflies and missing you,
(tearing up for my impending daily loss)
that this place, this narrow slice at the end of this earth
must surely consist of multi-colored liquid

Great stanza...this shows such beautiful imagery and emotion woven together into a tapestry of poetic indulgence.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Sarah. I am always happy when I see you have reviewed one of my poems.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Hi Jack, nice to meet you!

The longing here is heavy, like a winter coat. It could apply to a lost love, or even the death of someone. Sitting on a front porch alone conjures up such melancholy feelings for me, as well...but you've penned these so beautifully. My hope for you is that there are better days ahead!


My best,
Kelly

[Jack...]

Hello Kelly, nice to meet you too.
Thank you so much for your kind words.

My mind, when I wrote this was on a lost love, not necessarily someone who died, but more a relationship that died and the broken heart that followed. I truly appreciate you stopping by.

[Cassie]

Wow!!! Jack your poems are always so excellently done. Good job this is so nice.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Cassie.

[icelandicblue]

This is so sad yet so beautiful. I love the line, "swallowing the beauty." It captures the angst that is part of our lives no matter what beauty floats around our fingertips.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Anne. How are you feeling?

[icelandicblue]

Better thanks Jack. I was just diagnosed with lyme's disease and that has made all the difference in how I feel and my general outlook.

[Jack...]

Well at least they can do something about that. Hope each day finds you better and better my friend. I was worried about you.

[icelandicblue]

Me too to be honest. Your support is unfailing Jack...thank you.

[Frieda P]

Oh how I've missed reading you my dear friend! You are 'multi colored liquid' to my eyes and ears, phenomenal as always!

[Jack...]

The feeling is mutual sweet Frieda. Can't wait to lose myself in a few of yours. Thanks so much.

[Angel]

I lie awake sometimes at night...listening to passing cars, watching headlights...almost...almost, I can convince myself that those headlights are slowing down, preparing to turn into the driveway...he's on his way home!!
But then, reality hits me again. No...he's never coming home again.

Beautiful, sad write, my sweet, romantic friend.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Angel. I always appreciate your kind words.