Why

Inspired by Frieda's Stormy Weather

Why

 

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?”

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Diana]

Unexpected. The sort of work that keeps you guessing until the very end... Nice bit of intrigue.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Diana. You never know what you might find with me...and for that fact, neither do I. :)

[Angel]

Why? I ask that question a lot.
Usually all I get back are echoes of my own voice, crying "why?"

But I believe that one day, all of my "whys" will be answered.
That is the anchor I cling to....
.

[Jack...]

My sweet friend, reading your poetry only confirms to me that you truly know the answer to the big question why. Thanks so much Angel. I hope you are feeling better.

[Angel]

Blech...
Sweetie, I am one sick Angel...

[Jack...]

Well you always make me feel better...if that helps. :)

[teardrop]

very powerful and as well clever as well, nicely written and expressed.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much. This was inspired by Frieda's poem, "Storm Weather".

[Lydia Shutter]

"WHY?" Unfortunately that is question that is often unanswerable. Sometimes we just can't make sense of the things that happen in life.....things over which we have no control. Towards the end of this poem, I thought you were talking about finding spirituality....accepting religion. If that is the case, I hope this gives you comfort. Very well written with splendid imagery, Jack. lydi**

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Lydi. Indeed, a tough question, but one it seems we all have to answer no and again. I appreciate you stopping by and leaving such kind words for me.

[InsanityWriter]

That's the hardest question to answer...
I love the imagery presented here, well done!!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much, this was inspired yesterday by Frieda's poem Stormy Weather

[Will Neill]

Jack, another great poem, I thought your play on words were powerfull. Nice one.
Will

[Jack...]

Thanks Will, I appreciate you stopping by.

[Dr. Wood ?]

tremendously powerful ending to a delightfully compelling poem my friend

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend.

[icelandicblue]

This was very clever there at the end. Sometimes there just aren't any answers:

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?

Questions will forever outweigh answers, such is the way of the world.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Anne. Life is filled with questions but often the fun is finding the answers were always there.

[Emerald Seas]

Some of this I can relate to so well, my friend... Not going to go there though. A lovely write, with so many emotions woven within it. I gave many thoughts on this, but my ending us different than yours - so I'll remain silent in my further appreciation of your fine poem.

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

Yeah... Well, I kept pushing... Lol
Love those lines - you did good here! :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my sweet and always thought provoking friend. Your thoughts are always behind that locked door I'd love to open sometime.

[Emerald Seas]

I have nothing to hide. You may ask an thin you please! :) and nothing is locked up anymore ;)

[Frieda P]

Ha that's because she deleted the stuff she doesn't want us to read..... ;-P

[Emerald Seas]

I'm trying not to irritate the old muse, or have 'me think I'm still wallowing! Last think I want to appear as, is the mopey former friend... Feeding that f'ing ego! Lol...
Anyway... I am having so much fun in this second honeymoon phase, that I might just have the creative juices bubbling up from a new perspective! Haha
Ask away my dear friends - I will however protect the guilty (or innocent) as much is not part of my life anymore!

[Emerald Seas]

Btw - that would be "anything" you want... iPad doesn't work well on WC sometimes since the new update! Grrr

[Frieda P]

Uh oh, I saw the life preserver and wondered what was coming next, I'm humbled that my words inspired you to write this Jack, it's outstanding...I found myself captivated and drowning in each word at the same time. The finish is killer, like drowning all over again, it has that much impact! Amazing is such an overused word but it fits so aptly! Amazing, my friend.............

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much sweet Frieda. It find that your work inspires me always and it is such a wonderful feeling.