WhyA Poem by Jack...Inspired by Frieda's Stormy WeatherWhy Here afloat this angry sea, dancing waves torment, covering
the meaning in foam doubts of white
trickling lines, aiming for a shoreline I have fled from In my mind appear salt
water nightmares, an empty row boat, no room
for passengers, filled to capacity with
questions all asking the same thing…why? The vision that clings is
one of happiness Red letters in poetic
phrase wafting towards an oasis horizon, fading in and out, changing
shapes in parallel wishes This circle of hope touches
the surface near my heart yet I do not reach, because
of razor sharps edges, at least I assume, though
they seem smooth enough but still fear of hurt
shadows all reason Still my heart reaches,
aching of indecision, daring myself to take that
chance, allowing the past to be the
past while barely keeping my head
above water and I grab it, for all it’s
worth, my hands grip my eyes take heed and my
breath finds clear air where fog and mist once
anchored, as I find I am rescued, in
more ways than one Sunlight lends the outline
of a figure strong and tall, a
glistening silhouette on this wind tossed ocean arms open, assurance
emitting from weathered hands warmth holds me close as I find
I am home And somehow I still ask
why? Though the rest of my
question has now become… “did I wait so long?” © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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Added on October 6, 2013Last Updated on October 6, 2013 AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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