Sad Existence ~ inspired by David Scott

 

 

 

 

Sad Existence

 

 

It is a sad existence, that of a poet

with flowery phrases and disguised meanings

Tossing out happy faces like quarters

splashing in a wishing well with no bottom

 

Painting heartstrings in an amber shade of gold

lingering silver linings losing their crease

in frayed bottomed hip huggers

that are long out of style

 

Swishing fragrant melodies on starch white paper

collecting lines in neat rows and margin’d desires

lips fluttering and eyelashes batting

well below the leagues average

 

Whispering notions of sheer delight,

tantalizing rapid pulses pushing blood

through narrow corridors finding

locked garden entrances in chained Jasmine

 

Dreaming dreams that only a dreamer could dream

all the while knowing that when they awaken

pen in hand, ink at the ready

these dreams shall never come true

 

It is a sad existence, that of a poet…who believes their own dreams

Author's Note

This poem is based on something David Scott said to me yesterday. The funny thing is his words were meant to be uplifting and positive...so how did I get this from his words? I'm a poet, silly. Thanks David (coach)

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[David Scott]

I am actually laughing a little bit.
I do believe in my dreams...
Simply believing makes them true for me weather they are real to anyone else or not...
Hmmm?
So maybe others find it sad, but it is pure bliss in the mind of those who choose this reality.
How do you want to feel?
Then why not feel it?
I will admit, there are days, nay months, nay years, nay decades I have actually wallowed in the misery oft own making. I chose it. I wanted it. I needed it. I deserved it. It was my freakin drug!
So, maybe I'm a recovering "sufferingaholic"...
My name is Scott and I'm six months sober... Ha.
Good luck and good cheer Jack.
I did enjoy the artistry of your write.
Happy to inspire your pen and help you pry it loose from the window sill. Ha.

[Jack...]

Thanks David and if I think back, that is pretty close to what you said to me the other day. You were talking about dreams and believing those dreams and running head first after them. And in truth I do, but every once in a while I hit a road block and the detour is quite long, but somehow with my poetic GPS I eventually find the end of that rainbow. I just sat and thought about what you said to me and this is where my mind took me. Thanks so much for your friendship and your kind words always.

[Angel]

No twinkling feet here...
Heavy my footsteps, as I make my way through the emotional turmoil that simmers beneath the surface of this piece.
I do...I do believe my own dreams...

And the Angel weeps...

[Jack...]

No weeping Angel...everything eventually has a happy ending...it just hasn't been written yet. Thanks so much my friend.

[Brittany Zedalis]

with flowery phrases and disguised meanings

simply beautiful writing, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my good friend.

[Brittany Zedalis]

You're very welcome :]

[Vampaslick]

There aren't words to fully describe the true feelings one experiences when reading a piece like this, specifically this one. It seems so simple, so easy to write, easy to understand, easy to...relate to, but those that truly have a connection with it sense the inner complexities.
Great write

[Jack...]

Thanks so much. Your comments on my work remind me why I write. I truly do appreciate your kindness to me.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, this is great. I so rarely see anything sad from you, I have to love it. :)

[Jack...]

Thank so much my friend, but stick around...I am like an elevator...up one moment and down the next. I do appreciate your kind words KL. Thanks so much for your friendship.

[A. Amos]

Jack my friend, you really created a interesting piece;

Dreaming dreams only a dreamer can dream........

Beautiful, I congrat David for this thought and to you my friend, turning into reality.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. I appreciate your kind words. David is an inspiration to many

[Baby Ricochet]

The Muse has it's own ideas. We just channel it.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend.

[m.s.early]

Heavy Jack... and dark and mildly depressing.

It is a sad existence, that of a poet…who believes their own dreams

sometimes i suppose... i'll believe in them... i've believed in much more impossible things before... miracles never cease :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much X

[Shaquana Adams]

Dreaming dreams that only a dreamer could dream
all the while knowing that when they awaken
pen in hand, ink at the ready
these dreams shall never come true

Absolutely beautiful words! Great job! :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much

[Vidya Bacchus]

At least if you feel sad, as a poet you can put pen to paper and feel better.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Vidya...I really do wish it were that easy.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome.At least it helps :)