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

[Mark]

hot, dry, and wasting away... great work on target and clear. That sense of feeling at one's end no more left.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend

[Dr. Wood ?]

wonderfully sad Jack...You write from all our hearts....

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Pryde Foltz]

Great one, Jack.

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

This metaphor blew me away.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. Flying high because of your kind words.

[Anand Sehgal]

my feelings scribbled on a napkin

Saturated in timeless moments of what once was hope

Clinging to the aftermath of you,

Void depicted to perfection. awesome write.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend

[SyberRose]

Nicely penned Jack and your pen will never be barren...love the perspective of your inner voice
well conceived...and heartfelt....Rose

[Jack...]

Sometimes it really feels as if it is running on empty my friend, but your kind words supply the desire to go on. Thank you so very much.

[Sami Khalil]

A beautiful sadness in this great poem Jack. Spent but sent to fulfill your destiny...A splendid read and write...:)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Sami. Always I appreciate you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Traci]

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

Sadness is scattered throughout this write, as emotion is deeply felt.

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

"as if it even matters?" of course it matters, dear friend. Rest sweet Jack and may the words return along with your smile.

[Jack...]

Thank you Traci. I am thrilled with your visit my friend. It is friends like you that make it easy to overcome these dark clouds that seem to amass overhead from time to time.

[Traci]

That is the true beauty of friendship. Your kind words have pulled me out of the darkness many times, it's a pleasure to be here, doing the same for you, dear friend.

[Angi]

Such defeat here. The image of those thorned daisies is a powerful one. I can see them straining. I can even hear them, Jack. Angi~

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Angi. I truly do enjoy when you visit my world, for your words always remove the clouds, exposing the sun.

[Angel]

I don't believe it, not for a single moment!
Cheer up, my Prince...my Knight in Shining Armor, my Lord Protector...
You are merely tired, Sweet Man...
Never out of words, never out of ideas. Sleep, Handsome Romantic...sleep and refresh your mind...
And I will sing to you a lullabye...

[Angel]

I am in a poetic mood today...

[Jack...]

Thank you my beautiful Princess. It is by your words this day that I shall defet this feeling. I appreciate you.

[Angel]

And I also appreciate you, my friend.
You make this writing thing look so easy...I feel like a total amateur next to you. You are the writer I wanna be when I grow up...
Never will I believe that your silver pen has run dry....

[Frieda P]

This is really a sad poem Jack, from the first word to last, the title says it all....feel the heavy burden within your words, although so brilliantly written, it made my heart a little melancholy.

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

Filtered emotions, love that stanza! Outstanding read my dear friend.

[Jack...]

If my poetry touches you my dear friend then I can feel comfortable with what I write. I find at times, down, comes to me, in whatever form or shape and I must look for a means of release. Your words have released this from me and brought a smile to my face.