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

[redzone]

your poem speaks to many of us these days Jack... be nice to that 4 leaf clover, especially if it has allowed you to run up hill and be happy, inspite of that found silver... don't believe the hype Jack, old dogs can find new love..

the thought that came to me when I saw the title of your poem: this is why I do not look in the mirror anymore...

I enjoyed your poem Jack and hope her warm hands heat up your heart.. ~~redzone

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. We can always hope...and who ever thought running up hill could be so much fun?

[redzone]

I think I will let running up hills to you Jack.. I will watch and applaud if that is ok with you..

[Jack...]

No problem, just bring oxygen...just in case. :0

[redzone]

ok no problem... hahha..

[Marie]

Story of a man somehow finding his first love?

If it's madness, who cares...?

[Jack...]

Yeah, it more than likely is madness Marie. Thanks so much.

[BlackRose]

Beautiful poetic story. Makes me in part think back to my life. What a life it' been with a strong glorious outcome. :o) Again enjoyed reading your works.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. Your visits always mean so much to me. I am happy you enjoyed walking on this journey with me.

[BlackRose]

My pleasure, my friend. The sun's shining, the air is crisp, and happy trails linger... :o)

[Frieda P]

This hits every note Jack, it's whimsical, has a forlorn nip to it, but it was a clever and fun read too, love how you wrapped it up with the four leaf clover, 'took you long enough'...indeed. Always something new and exciting on your page, never know what I'm going to find, but always pleasantly surprised.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Frieda for always being so kind to me. You know what a huge fan I am of your poetry and i treasure your reviews. This one makes this chilly winter day, springtime. I am so thrilled you enjoyed this. I just found myself at the top of that mountain looking down.

[Frieda P]

Did I say I hate the title? You know what I mean.....my pleasure.

[Jack...]

Well...hideous had a more poetic feel to it than ugly.

[Frieda P]

As poetic as pooping rainbows.... ;-P

[Jack...]

But not as colorful.

[Frieda P]

Exactly....ha