Am I Hideous

 

 

 

Am I hideous

 

 

So many years have drained,

slowly taking what was once mine

scattering it over endless thoughts and memories

And I wonder why, where has it all gone…

Silver finds locks once dark,

muscles speak in much louder tones

 

Sleep is something of youthful moments

and nightmares wrap me where once bloomed orchids

 

Coming down that mountain…stumbling,

gazing on the valley below, green and lush,

envying those who still smile,

holding hands and drinking of life

one happy sip at a time

from that half full glass held next to their hearts

 

Not a drop spilled on their dance floor,

mixing with saw dust and erratic footprint designs

 

A tear finds my cheek, lonely as it is

asking what did it mean, why has loved passed me by

Nary a wave or a nod, eyes fixed elsewhere

Am I hideous…the thought has crossed my mind…why did I just grin

One more butterfly touches and I didn’t notice,

until now…perhaps

 

There’s that word again…seems overused

though it hasn’t been spoken in ages

 

Entering that final path, winding…tiring so

but a spring in the old step, a bounce found in place of a crawl

“Sweet the fragrant air doth find me of you”  

Why did I just say that, and in a voice I hadn’t heard in so long

Seems to be singing…and it is me…me

and funny…I hear harmony

 

So it has come, the voices of my past belting out a few notes

into the mind of crab cake crumbles and starched socks

 

Yet it is not in my head, it is on the wind…a cool breeze of song

wafts along aged skin and tickles…and I laugh at the feeling

When she appears from a field of lavender, different yet perfect,

beautiful eyes, lips…I must be going insane…they said it would happen…madness

Then she smiles at me and I smile back, could this be….love…me

Taking my hand we run…yes run…uphill…and I feel free

 

Reaching in my pocket I pull out the four leaf clover

I found when I was twelve and whisper…”Took you long enough”

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Yet it is not in my head, it is on the wind…a cool breeze of song
wafts along aged skin and tickles…and I laugh at the feeling
When she appears from a field of lavender, different yet perfect,
beautiful eyes, lips…I must be going insane…they said it would happen…madness
Then she smiles at me and I smile back, could this be….love…me
Taking my hand we run…yes run…uphill…and I feel free

oh wow. this is exquisite.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A haunting piece really, one that refuses to leave the mind, well done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Troy Henson]

Jack such a beautiful and enchanting piece. Your journey in this felt.
Well done

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Troy.

[Lydia Shutter]

Enchantingly emotional poetry, Jack. Carpe diem...no one knows what tomorrow holds or even if tomorrow will be there's to enjoy. That four leaf clover is bringing you luck every day....it is bringing you magic ink. Wonderful! Lydi**

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Lydi.

[Blue]

What shall I say? This is shelved in 7 (and still counting) libraries. Reviewers speak highly of you. Indeed you are pure talent, Jack. I just love how you entranced me with this.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much. I always appreciate your visits my friend.

[Justsimplyjulia]

this poem is evidence that your very soul glows with magic. This painted the most beautiful story ever and I absolutely love it.
fabulous
-dragon

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend.

[Angel]

Ahhh, my Darling Jack...you truly have a soul made of pure music. Don't you ever put down that pen of yours...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Angel. I'll try not to.

[Listmaker]

Mourning for a lonely past -- looking forward to the journey with love at your side. Beautifully written.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much.

[Listmaker]

You are so welcome. Best wishes.

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I was telling a friend this morning I am glad I get behind on reads, I get to come in here and read a book:) What I love most about your poetry Jack is its story based to me, I may not be the best at the explain part like everyone else, But I always liked that feel. I ant so great at saying it in poems in person I can set here and talk things out that can go on for hours, and all true at that. But you have a way with mother muse:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Johnathan. What a wonderful review of my work. I truly do appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on my poetry. I am thrilled you enjoyed this.

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I did very much , a write always flows like a linger of breeze it finds its own way. Your welcome:)

[SomeSteve]

Written perfection. The best thing about this poem is the journey. I'll be the first to admit I'm a little bit of a pessimist. Who can be described as "Someone who looks both ways before crossing the street"

But the distant hope that builds, into something tangible is perfect. Loved the ending, loved all of it. So good!!!

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friedn. I am thrilled you enjoyed this poem. I had fun writing it.