There is no poetry without you

 

 

 

 

There is no poetry without you

 

 

Softly flows the sunset colors

painted on tired skies with fire

Igniting a wafting cloud in orchid tints,

the fresh scent of pine lingering within its escape

 

Drowsy horizons boast their claim

along seaside waverings in salted mist

Romance swims on shorelines engulfed

with all of the pageantry a white cap stanza can bring

 

And I whistle as I walk along,

taking in this wonder that has followed me home

Resting on a porch swing, feet off the ground

as morning glories sleep beyond white painted balustrades

 

Satin fingers intertwine with mine,

milk pudding lips bring their flavor to me

Luscious frosting in a whipped frenzy

coating my mouth in sugary mass

 

I point to the sky, the stars they beckon,

heart shaped constellations for two

Twinkling in your twilight eyes

as I reach for my pen and pad

 

Only to realize that this indeed is my imagination,

lounging on a worn out sofa, tattered cushions,

empty beer cans acting like so many ashtrays

leaving wet rings on a table, but who cares

 

There was a time when poetry flowed

from these nicotine stained fingers

in paisley emotions and violet scentings

climbing the arbor of love

 

But since you left,

leaving behind the shadows which claim my eyes

my ink is dry and my paper tossed, tiny balls in random patterns

on a floor that begs carpeting, but only bares soiled footprints

 

As I struggle to my feet, to the front window

desperately waiting for the grass to grow and butterflies…

I stab the wooden sill with my pen, I need it no more, for…

there is no poetry without you…and never will be again

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Captcha - Bodiless

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I'm sorry I haven't come to visit in a while Just Jack...your poems are always so filled with beauty. I often fall absent in words but I do read often. Sometimes my words fall absent because like this magic above I just don't know how to soothe a longing of your aching heart.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. It's no problem, but you are welcome anytime. Yeah sometimes the heart gets completely in the way of what I am trying to say.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It's a big heart Jack and a beautiful strong one! I'll always come back to listen to it beat:)

[Jack...]

Okay, I'll be here unless I've gone fishing. :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

your a hoot...and a handful! :p

[Baby Ricochet]

This is like a poem to your muse. Half the time I don't know what my muse deal is. Good Poem Jack

[Jack...]

Thanks BR...mine is always ripping at my heart.

[m.s.early]

Oh wow... you wrench me Jack.... I remember beer bottles collecting on the tables and floors in a dark cold room after she left. After many hours and a few fetal positions the lights came back on and butterflies returned as poems fluttering in the air... here's to new days and new writes ahead...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend...I do appreciate your kind thoughts. Indeed there is always a light, it's just finding it at times seems so difficult.

[Vidya Bacchus]

When we lose someone that we love it feels as if we have lost a part of ourselves that we cannot get back.Yo are a true poet so inspiration and love will come always :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Vidya, somedays though it just doesn't seem worth it.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Well those are the days you have to be extra strong because tomorrow may be better.You are welcome :)

[Johanna]

This poem Jack, was stunning. It suprised me so much, the whole change in the middle..that the scene decribed wasn´t really there.. "my ink dry and my paper tossed, tiny balls in random patterns.." so heartbreaking a piece yet I loved it so much.. Your ink is never going to be dry, you´ll always be a poet, even if you write out of memories in the pastrather than what you wanted right here and now. I like the title "There is no poetry without you" even that, a breathtaking title that belongs with the poem.Cause there still is no poetry without her if you write from your memories.. I don´t know how to decribe it but I loved this piece, and it touched me. Thankyou for sharing :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Johanna for your extremely kind reveiw of my work today. This sometimes is how it feels, and as a poet, you have to prepare yourself for that sacrifice in life where because you lose something you love so much, you feel compelled to give up something of equal adoration...I suppose to punish yourself for ever letting her go in that first place. Or at least that is how i see it, but I am strange like that.

[Marie]

Jack you will never stop writing poetry...you see with the eyes of a poet, hear with the ears of one...and it flows constantly...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Marie...I do fear someday it will end, but not too soon I hope.

[redzone]

well captcha is once again WRONG... this poem has lots of body!! especially yours splayed all over the floor of your heart... and too, you still write poetry to her and good possibility you always will... cause she lives with you in all those crumpled pieces of paper, all those swing sitting nights looking at constillations, and all those cigaretts smoked as their smoke has formed ghosts that hang in the corners of your room. Even when we find new love, the memnories remain in the lessons learned or the heart break aches as we learn to love again... and keep writing our poetry..

Thanks Jack.. ~~redzone

[Jack...]

My friend, I know this is going to seem strange, you'd just have to know me, but...your review caused me to tear up because it is so very true and grasps the depth of exactly what I was trying to say. When someone gets it, I mean really gets it, it effects me. Thank you so very much for your kind review of my work. Thank you for taking the time to read this and thank you for understanding. I truly do appreciate it. I may just copy and paste your review somewhere so I can save it...

[redzone]

not strange at all Jack... really... in some ways, I know this pain, know what it feels like to need to write poetry to or about someone who is no longer around... some people never have these feelings, but then they are usually cold, heartless people; but I also think that most of us who know these feeling have to in one form or another, create art!! I know we write for many reasons and that is good, but I think too some of the main reasons are this need... so Jack, I hope you are good.. And, thanks, I am glad my words have meaning to you...

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You have captured a lonely yearning...it pleads with your muse to come back...
To bring you out of your despair...

It's poetically agonizing, when she's gone, isn't it?... blank, may be your pages, but your heart still throbs....
and will write again....

Awesomely penned, Jack!.... ~xoxo~:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Robbie for stopping by today. A little imagination, a little genuine feelings, a little this and a little that found it was here today. Sorting through them may be tedious... I appreciate your kind words to me always. I smile when you visit.

[Sami Khalil]

"Satin fingers intertwine with mine,

milk pudding lips bring their flavor to me

Luscious frosting in a whipped frenzy

coating my mouth in sugary mass



I point to the sky, the stars they beckon,

heart shaped constellations for two"

This one is spilled with beauty and flowing with imagery. Who wants to spoil love prints after they have been embedded in hearts...Bravo..................

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Sami. There are those I believe if we were to lose them...we would lose it all.

[Sami Khalil]

So true....You are welcome...:)......................