Towards the tree line

Towards the tree line

A Poem by Jack...
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I feel so helpless

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Towards the tree line

 

I stare towards the tree line,

misshapen and abstract on my eyes

Fading in autumn’s chill and leafless

emptiness that I still cannot see

 

Oh it is there, screaming at me,

waving in the wind, calling in birdsong

But my eyes travel more…

a distance well beyond any footpath I’ve taken

 

Shelved on the high land vistas

 now filled with charcoal persuasions

So very far, miles on scaled dotted lines,

asphalt tearing at my soles, untied laces drag

 

Still I gaze, following my heart into loneliness

Reaching for but a hint of a smile,

a fix-all for that broken heart,

a mosaic sponge to catch your tears…I find none

 

Tossing a stone, it bounces on fielded diaries,

words of pain scribbled before even a thought

Collections of wishes in a four leaf clover pockets,

brushed of life’s unfairness

 

If only I could hold you,

safely beneath that frown,

gently with the touch of every meaning,

building a wall to turn back the sorrow

 

Ivy covered in green temptations

breathing of trust and love,

lingering at locked doors to secure peace

And yet, I can only stare towards the tree line…blind and worthless

 

© 2013 Jack...


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Jack...
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This is a hard one Jack. We can see the forest through the trees when the leaves have fallen and yet sometimes we don't like what we see. There is a stark bleakness in your poems of late. I do hope that that smile Noodle wrote for you can reach your eyes soon.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so very much Anne for your kind words. Indeed Noodles poem did find me and help me to smile a.. read more
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I feel the heartache in these words
Beautifully penned

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your kindness
Ivy covered in green temptations

breathing of trust and love,

lingering at locked doors to secure peace

And yet, I can only stare towards the tree line…blind and worthless

It is a the trying, Jack. It is in the trying. Loved this one.


Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Pryde. I am happy when I see your smile on my page.

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Jack...
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San Antonio, TX



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Not 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..

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