Disintegrating Dreams

Where do the days go???

 

 

 

 

 

Disintegrating dreams

 

I find I can no longer stand

as this ground about me shakes with might

Thunderous hooves of imaginary wild horses,

panting in heavy breaths, kicking dust before soiled eyes,

claiming to take down fences

of wire and stick, laying waste in sun dried foot prints

creating a mosaic of dream-like designs,

spiraling uncontrolled as the artist fades like fall colors

still trapping hopeless romantic thoughts,

locked within reach and just out of sight

 

Challenging the earth to steady the plates

suspended above me on thin shafts of deep desire,

spinning like clocks in an opposite direction

telling time it has no place here

 

Finding that truth is the enemy, I pull the drapes knowing

doorways will caress thresholds that keep out the draft yet allow the sunlight

to mimic the scattered shade cooling the needs

beneath a paper fortresses…and my heart sighs

 

For this is life, in its starkest reality,

and what was pictured in youth lingers in the minds of the old

Pasting cobwebs for effect and smiles not as genuine as they may seem

For the days pass and with them opportunities fly like a crying dove

as morning light counts another moment from this existence

Why does it seem that endless possibilities end, forever wishes

drown at the bottom of the well amidst even older pennies,

Patina claims the skin in the name of a love

found but not shared, carried upon shoulders,

as nothing else is left but to wait

 

and my dreams no longer wait for me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Blue Ivory]

This was sad and heartbreaking...You have constructed an image in my mind that gives off an empty and lonely feeling. Great work :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. It is sad how quickly dreams can go up in smoke.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Jack you divine creature, I adore when you step outside your comfort zone and shock us to our cores, well done, great read.

[Jack...]

Thomas, thank you oh so much for visiting my poem and leaving such kind words for me. Always I appreciate your visits.

[Emerald Seas]

Damn, Jack... that last line just cuts deep and hard after reading the entire poem. I really felt this one... and I'll be darned, I'm trying not to go into those memory banks for anything - but poetry definitely drags me back when I read works like this. It hits a place deep. I used to wonder how people kept marching on with this kind of sorrow, but I know now... there are too many of us that carry it daily, and probably very few that do not. Not sure if they're the lucky ones, but anyway - a fabulous poem. Excellent, my friend!

That entire last stanza is such a kick to the gut - and yes, we wait...

[Jack...]

Sirrah, your visits are always a thrill for me. I love when you read and comment on my work and love even more when it somehow touches you and you can relate. Thanks again my good friend.

[Emerald Seas]

Lol - you're easy to please! Well, I've been so sporadic in visiting lately and that will probably continue for some time. Waiting for the dust to settle, but it has to stop getting kicked up first ;)
Keep writing, I'll catch up on all your writings at some point!

[Astro]

Another interesting description of the personal state of treading emotional water when the lifeboat has tipped and drifted away. There were a couple of spots where I question if they are not typos should you want to clean them up, for editing purposes.

"paper a fortresses" did you mean to put 'a' between the two words?
"cobwebs for affect" is 'effect' the word you were going for?

Still a great work of metaphorical literature Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Astro. I will look into your sugeestions.

[Astro]

Cheers to another good one my man.

[TL Boehm]

forever wishes
drown at the bottom of the well amidst even older pennies,
Patina claims the skin in the name of a love
found but not shared, carried upon shoulders,
as nothing else is left but to wait

and my dreams no longer wait for me

that ticking clock - that inexorable pull of a dream - yes you captured it so well in this

[Jack...]

Thanks you so much sweet Tammy for you kind words and your smile. makes my day shine.

[Anand Sehgal]

Inner restlessness well- penned. After this arrives a phase of self- evolution :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much

[Baby Ricochet]

Wow jack. This is golden. Outstanding work sir!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much sir...three times over.

[Baby Ricochet]

Wow jack. This is golden. Outstanding work sir!

[Baby Ricochet]

Wow jack. This is golden. Outstanding work sir!

[Mark]

Angst... I know her well... Growing old carries the weight of memories. Maybe that's why we move slower. Good write my friend.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Mark.