In whatever way

 

 

 

 

In whatever way

 

We all breathe the same

In whatever way we choose

Dancing to the beats

Of drummers, different in most cases

But breathe just the same

 

Sometimes we talk

Different mouths, different voices

Still it can ring badly on another’s ears

Complaining, questioning, whining

When all we want is to be understood

 

Often we fall, hard to the ground

Hardly at all to those passing by

Staring at this writhing body

On the sidewalk of broken dreams

Just waiting to be kicked once more

 

At times we love

Perhaps too much it seems

Different hearts, different beats, different drummers (again)

Brandishing hope as that marching band

With the new drum major breaks our will

 

Then we die

Not unlike other’s before us

Lying in a wooden box

Mourners stare exhaling sadly or happily

As they still breathe…in whatever way they choose

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

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Reviews

[Cassie]

Your pen spoke differently this time, I like the wisdom you have put here.

[Jack...]

Thanks Sunshine. Stepping over boundaries now and again.

[Rossen]

Please don't be offended when I tell you, I could hear Andy Rooney narrating this fine poem...
delightful finish! to each his own drumming~s

[Jack...]

No offense taken. But now I need to trim my eyebrows. :) Thanks so much for stopping by and reading.

[Rossen]

~time well spent~ the poem not the wire y trim...

[Joyce S. Greene]

This is a very wise poem, Jack. Everyone is so busy listening to his or her own drummer that he really doesn't have the time to listen to those of others. Your poetry is always so sincere and heart-felt, and I enjoy reading it very much.

[Jack...]

Thank you Joyce for your kind words. I appreciate you.

[Marie]

It always ends the same way, doesn't it?

[Jack...]

Yep, it sure seems that way Marie. Thanks so much

[Coll Silvermoon]

Very nice. I like it. I connect with it.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Coll.

[s y e]

// Often we fall, hard to the ground
Hardly at all to those passing by //

Quite an emotional read and write I am sure. This for me was sad my friend ~ Those two lines hit me the hardest though... I'd never walk by if one of my friends were down, and you know that. Maybe I would be the only one to stop and make sure they were okay but I am sure there are others who would, maybe we just don't know it yet...

I loved it my friend, was an emotional read however.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. Sometimes the darkness becomes overwhelming.

[Frieda P]

It's certainly an awe inspiring read, you don't know to write any other, but it's really profoundly deep and full of pathos Jack...this is not romantic Jack by any stretch of the imagination, still love it, it just doesn't make it sigh in joy, only heavily coming from a darkly colored place of broken dreams.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my sweet friend. I guess life is just up and down at times...every once in a while I have a pen in my hand when it is down.

[Frieda P]

Yep I get it, I'm only comfortable with my own fooked up dark place, when someone else writes it, I crumble....just want to give you a big squishy hug.

[Jack...]

I'd be more than happy to accept it...just saying.

[Frieda P]

Oh brother, I'd only give that mess to my worst enemy....

[Jack...]

I was talking about the hug.

[Frieda P]

OOOOH ha..you got it! ;-)

[Frieda P]

A squishy one at that I hear they're the best. x

[LL]

Very true Jack....great job!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Levi.

[Mollie Fitzner]

Awesome, Jack. It is brought around full circle..."ring badly on another's ears..." reminds me of being on F/B the other day...a point made and yet one whiner...a point made in humor, and one could not see the humor of everydayness...(guess that is not a word) Respect...this message has a theme of respect...respect the different, the ugly, the hero, the underdog (Mary Travers once said something like that) Thank you for the write.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Mollie. I appreciate your kindness.