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

[AYVID N]

Great narration and some awesome feelings expressed beautifully. Much enjoyed Jack...

[Jack...]

Divya, I always appreciate your kindness to me. Thank you so much.

[Brittany Zedalis]

Those last two lines...so beautiful.
This poem is just wonderful!

[Jack...]

Thank you Brittany, happy you liked this one.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Brilliant writing, Jack. The progression was superb.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Travis. Glad you stopped by.

[Baby Ricochet]

Sad tale with a happy ending. Good one Jack

[Jack...]

Thanks my friend.

[Mark]

a good story. Certainly most of it could be part of my story. :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Mark.

[Rita L. Sev]

Sometimes the search seems endless... then, that lucky charm kicks in. Love the storytelling feel in this, and the wink and sigh at the end. :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Rita. Yep, had to lighten it a little at the end.

[kublakhan27]

I'm at a point in my life where I'm starting to ask these questions and harbour these sentiments. It's been a while since I've seen free verse by you but I wouldn't know it by reading this one. The trains of thought and logic that pervade this piece suit the open-ended style perfectly. There are many lines here that I took to right away, probably about half the poem if I put them down, but every line is dripping with emotion, and the images you use to convey each of those emotions are spot-on. As I said up there, I'm at a point where this poem is entirely relevant and gripping to me. A few years ago, I would have enjoyed the poem no doubt, but I may not have related to it with the melancholy fervor that I do now. This is one to remember for sure. Great work my friend.

[Jack...]

Steve, always you humble me with your more than kind reviews of my work. I am honored to be your friend and appreciate everytime you stop by.

[Lyn Anderson]

You are absolutely grotesque - hideously clever this one -- and crab cakes and starched socks! delicious!

[Jack...]

That's the word I was looking for...grotesque. Thanks so much KL.

[Shirlena]

Sometimes I find the sweetest people are the most desperate to love and it isn't fair because they seem to deserve it more than most and I always hope they find someone who appreciates what they have to offer and the pain they have suffered to give it. This has made me ache for a lonely lover and the question in the title hurts in behalf of a tender soul. Uhmmm!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Shirlena. It sure does seem that way. doesn't it? I am thrilled you enjoyed this one.

[Shirlena]

Thank you for writing something so elegantly, poignant.

[Jack...]

Thank you for making me smile so much. :)

[Shirlena]

Aww ur welcomed :)

[Sami Khalil]

Those voices of the past are like rumors that never stop spreading like wildfires, those hideous songs we used to sing and now they sound like a broken record, those going up and down hills to search for meanings...A wonderful write...:)...................

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami. Life is funny like that, sometimes I wish I could pass go, collect my 200 bucks and start over again. I would definitely be putting some hotels down somewhere.

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha. A good business...You are welcome...:)....................