Her arms are openA Poem by Jack...
Her arms are open Across the vast expanse Heat patterns rise from flat rock Simmering sensations to fool the mind Blurring even the recognizable Into a mirage of nothingness “Dust coated winds that do not exist” Blinding hypnotic colors play Weaving patterns of self doubt Alone in a misconception of belief Solitude of unwanted fear Emptiness worn on a sleeve “Kaleidoscopic nightmares so very pretty” Let down, shoved aside, forgotten Discarded emotions piled in a heap Broken walkways of those I thought I knew French braided friends…or so I believed Abandoned on my own crumbling foundation “Why did I ever believe?” I see a tiny speck…perhaps something in my eye Canceling the horizon’s verticality Moving beyond invisible footprints Solidifying a view…a smile…I'm waving as a windmill a few blades short
“Thoughts turn to memories of words once spoken” Reoccurring images race forward Sentences of comfort find their way Down the path to my heart Realizing I now understand What she meant…that day…this day “I run to meet her halfway…her arms are open” © 2014 Jack...Author's Note
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Added on January 8, 2014Last Updated on March 5, 2014 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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