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

[Marie]

I don't know how you got this from his words. And I don't know what is so sad about being a poet. But I've never thought myself to be one.

[Jack...]

Thanks Marie. What he said to me was not sad or depressing, it was about chasing your dreams and somehow in that moment my mind nust have found a dark spot and this is what appeared.

[Anand Sehgal]

Dreaming dreams that only a dreamer could dream

what a line !
take a bow !
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[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend.

[redzone]

Don't know David Scott... which means I must read his poetry... But I was thinking of that last line... and I wonder, what kind of poet we would be if we didn't believe our own dreams??? This is not meant as critique, just something this line is making me ponder more..

Liked that line about "splashing in a wishing well with no bottom.. rather ironic I would say.. lol.

enjoyable read and now my head hurts from thinking.. gotta go take a nap.. but no dreams.. lol.
~~redzone

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. Some days is seems like dreams just aren't worth it and then others I run towards them at full speed. I guess it depends on how much coffee I've had that day. I appreciate you taking the time to read and review my poem today. Don't think about it too hard...it came from my brain, it can't be anything much or should that be mush?

[redzone]

coffee.. dreams.. hmmm Jack somehow there is a disconnect here I think.. lol.. I usually chase my dreams until they kick my a*s and then I go have coffee and think... not sure thats a good connection or not... besides our dreams often turn our brains to mush so I understand where you are coming from...

[Laura Harrison]

You speak such truth in this poem. Amazing write.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much. Just hiding from my dreams for a bit

[Laura Harrison]

I think we all do that from time to time, just never forget about them

[s y e]

Ah my favourite pasta man, he cracks the most funniest pasta jokes ever. I love this dude, he is so intelligent, not surprised he inspired this poem.

Loved this one my friend, great job!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sye. It was something he said to me yesterday. I am thrilled you enjoyed this one.

[Sami Khalil]

It is amazing how inspiration flows from two great minds. Another one of your wonderful writes...:)...............

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami. It is amazing how that works and with me it seems it never ends. Now if I could only quit dreaming...

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...Please keep dreaming...:)..................

[Frieda P]

That Scott, he's so deep sometimes and a trouble maker to boot, but you pen'd this beauty so that was a plus Jack.

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

Pen'd in vibrant amber shades of gold, I love this one my friend.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Frieda. I am thrilled you found this and chose to leave such sweet words for me.

[Frieda P]

Batting my eyelashes at you Jack, you knew I'd love this one hon. ;-) x