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

[Will Neill]

Jack, A master of words is speaking here, I am inspired by your verse to try more poetry.
Good work my friend.
Will

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Will I appreciate you stopping by.

[Angi]

Your work has been tinged with melancholy lately, Jack. This feels so restless and the speaker sounds so unsatisfied. This poem is very real to me. I have been in a place like this many, many times. Well done. Angi~

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Angi

[Eva Rosehill]

Wow.. a beautifully worded piece, I felt the emotion in every word... Such an inspiring write, Jack. Thank you for sharing it.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Eva.

[Frieda P]

This is outstanding Jack, but please tell me it isn't so...everyone loves you here, and they're certainly not scribbles, hope this one is just your genius creativity shining through, I'd hate to think you really feel this way..............

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

The entire body of work is a brilliant, but that line is money!

[Jack...]

Thank you sweet Frieda

[Sami Khalil]

"empty tissue boxes wear a gaping mouth of perforated edges,

yawning with all of the enthusiasm of an 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"

A very sad and emotive write Jack. I felt the pain , the hurt , the empty gazes , the love forsaken , the tastless food , the forcasted glooms, the gaping mouths. Wow. You are intense these days...
Excellent write...:)

[Jack...]

Thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)