Spent

Out of thoughts, out of words

 

 

Spent

 

Clouds they seem to bind me,

horizons call in a weakened voice

as I walk this asphalt world, my hands in my pockets,

searching for loose change and memories

 

A folded piece of paper absorbs

 

my feelings scribbled on a napkin

Saturated in timeless moments of what once was hope

Clinging to the aftermath of you,

filled of braided strings and fraying verses

 

Small faces plead

 

daisies, thorn’d and harsh

stretch towards the heavens, hunting moisture,

wilting on stems of disbelief,

Calibrated to temperate timing or lack there of

 

I know how they feel

 

reaching for the heavens, expecting an answer…

Even in clouds, ashtrays, holding the residue of filtered emotions

Silence in a tormenting shade of gray,

scattered by the faintest hint of wind

 

Revealing a sun

 

as if it even matters, my pen is dry, barren

of arid thoughts melting in the wasteland of my mind

Corrosive and blistering in my hand,

lost in my last pocket of emptiness...

 

Spent

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Astro]

I often feel the same way, like a talent that has been used up, but with little to show for it. That is why inspiration must be sought and new joys to be found. Keep one eye in the spyglass and the other closed to dream. Good write my friend, even if it was a struggle.

[Jack...]

Yeah, it does feel that way sometimes. Some good advice my friend, thanks so much.

[TL Boehm]

spare change and memories, small faces plead, the aftermath of you. So many little moments in this piece. WOW.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Tammy for bringing your smile to me once again

[Baby Ricochet]

The last stanza's gold. Great poem jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[s y e]

This was an amazing write Jackomantic, you write from many hearts.... It's amazing. I love your style of writing... Great job.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend.

[MsJewel]

scribbling thoughts on napkins - something I have done from time to time...I'm sure the writers block will pass and your golden pen will flow with magic again soon.

It's always a pleasure to read your words.

:) Julie

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Julie.

[ANTO]

Small faces plead

daisies, thorn’d and harsh
stretch towards the heavens, hunting moisture,
wilting on stems of disbelief,
Calibrated to temperate timing or lack there of..........

Powerful stuff Jack. Well penned (ironically - not surprisingly)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i used to write lots of poems on napkins when i worked in the restaurant...and sometimes that got me going again when i was dry...

knowing you...the pen will leak again soon...can't keep a good poet down...

if you want to borrow a few napkins, let me know.

nice write about writer's block...Jack.

jacob

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Jacob. Some days there aren't enough napkins to go around.

[shallimarRose]

"my feelings scribbled on a napkin
Saturated in timeless moments of what once was hope
Clinging to the aftermath of you,"
I am feeling you here in this one Jack.. wonderful writing as always.. The final stanza got to me

I am having trouble commenting today and posting as well.. I think WC is having issues... ?

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. Always I love when you stop by.

[Rita L. Sev]

Nothing is more desolate than the empty pen of a poet... But the world is a never-ending inkwell, really to fill it up again... Amazing piece, Jack.

[Jack...]

Rita you make me smile always. Thank you so much.

[Kelly Scheppers]

There aren't many poets whose words linger with you long after you read them...but you are one who is dearly noted, Jack! I love how your presentations allow your words to be their strong suit, with just a splash of vision to balance the effect.

I am such a fan!

[Jack...]

Kelly, I cant even begin to tell you how much your kind words thrill me tonight. Thank you doesn't even begin to say it.