Pine needle ashes

Sometimes it just feels that way...

 

 

Pine Needle Ashes

 

 

Each breath hurts,

in my chest and in my mind

Such a poor example of life,

this heaving chest,

up and down, break dancing inside my shirt

not even a consistent rhythm

 

You see it mirrors my heart (a broken metronome) 

in silent convulsions

that no one sees

 

and I become the fool, the giggles from the back row,

that guy picking his nose in the car

thinking he is invisible,

like that cloud on the horizon

attempting to sneak past the sunset

without being noticed…bright florescent pink

 

But I have always been this fool,

I fall, I get up only to fall again…

you would think I would have learned by now

 

My fingers hurt as

they move about the keys

in interrupted design patterns

finding small lettered squares (shapes)

pushing up, harder than I push down,

but not because of the action…

 

it is the words, all of these words

thoughts, ideas, dreams, just as a Christmas tree in a fireplace

up in smoke…though slower, more painful…

 

Pine needle ashes - an empty pile of what could have been 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

To try and fail is so much more preferred to never knowing defeat

[Jack...]

Thanks Tate. It all depends on how many times you get knocked back down again, when you question should I get up once more.

[Tate Morgan]

Oh yeah get back up there is something good to be said of one who is resilient

[iliOZ]

jack, my friend.
i often think about and repeat the once told truth, that "character is when nobody watching".
and because of that there is only one person who knows us truly ... ourselves.
although it shouldn't be, but this is the same person we have a hard time telling the truth.
i never tell "if i could do it once again" because this thing called life is a one-shot deal.
i am glad i was around because among other things, i was able to read this poem of yours, which could have been easily mine too.
thank you for the deep thoughts you stirred up

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I appreciate your fantastic review of my work. Life is filled with ups and downs...I stopped keeping track a long time ago which was in the lead.