And still I sit

 

And still I sit

 

 

Wood grain suspenders on beams of unattractive thought

grasp paper cups holding the morning’s coffee just outside of

smudged glass reflecting off of these prison walls

in the heart of the shopping district,

where everything is on sale

and yet nothing is to be sold

 

as shoppers take advantage of nap time…and still I sit

 

Clinging to every hope a mind can cling to,

shadowed by my beliefs that it doesn’t matter when

grays pull years out of youthful smiles wearing ties,

for no good reason and

wasted breaths fall from hapless dreams caving in on the summit

where asphalt spills and curb side deliveries melt

 

rolling down the window to nothing…and still I sit

 

Limestone pillars stand guard in fours,

cozying up to attached railings painted to match, but don’t

where empty tissue boxes wear gaping mouths of perforated edges,

yawning with all of the enthusiasm of a Japanese translator

at a Metallica concert trying to sing opera in verses…

collected but unseen or spoken of in black and white words

 

flickering and waiting a review…and still I sit

   

Poetry gathers in corners like food crumbs beneath the fridge,

hidden in the dark until the tile floor is replaced as

small piles of words are sifted through but not taken

for the sunlight changes everything

and this is not as cloudy a day as was forecasted,

though the gloom still exists

 

scribbling non-stop while leaving… and still I sit

Reviews

[SarahLin]

and still I sit ..... enjoying the poem before me

[Jack...]

Sarahlin, you have definitely brought a smile to my face this morning. You are too kind.

[Pryde Foltz]

yawning with all of the enthusiasm of a Japanese translator
at a Metallica concert trying to sing opera in verses…

Loved the rhythm and feel of this piece and the two lines above inspired absurdity. I laughed out loud.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Pryde

[Leigh]

Yes poetry does seem to gather, its like moss, it just builds up. A magical write in which you make an ordinary subject into something quite spectacular.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Leigh. I appreciate your kind words.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I can relate to this one. I love sedentary activities! :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Justsimplyjulia]

magnificent......
-Dragon

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[kublakhan27]

Clinging to every hope a mind can cling to...that sentiment really sums it all up for me. Different times bring different reasons, but the clinging never weakens. Awesome piece my friend, this one really spoke to me.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Steve, glad you enjoyed this one.

[TL Boehm]

Poetry gathers in corners like food crumbs beneath the fridge,
jeez laweeze that's a great line. The whole poem blew me away but that line. you know how I am with lines like that. You're so adept at them

[Jack...]

Tammy, your kindness always thrills me. Thank you so much.

[Rita L. Sev]

This is a wonderful piece of writing, Jack. So many lines that are "the best", I would have to copy the whole poem. Sit, and write, on and on...

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Rita.

[Angel]

Every year the world grows colder
And I grow a little older
As my sunshine fades to gray
My mind on places far away...

[Jack...]

I know the feeling sweet Angel. Thank you so very much for your kindness and your wonderful friendship.

[Angel]

Ahh, Darlin...I am the one who ought to be thanking you for the kindness you have shown me...and for your sweet friendship. You can not have any idea the difference knowing you has made to me.

[Jack...]

Thank you and know the feeling is mutual

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

i heard somewhere that as people grow older, they become more like armchair philosophers..i hope i'm still 'cool' when i grow old. great piece here...

[Jack...]

Me too, oh wait, I'm there. Crap, missed out again. Thanks so much my friend.

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

:'D i love your funnyness Jack.... can't stop giggling