Often I wonder...is it worth it

Wake up

 

 

 

 

Often I wonder…is it worth it

 

Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers,

broken lines of early hour countings,

as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows

and dusty mini blinds create silent wooden horizons

 

Groaning, upright now on the edge of the mattress…stretching,

rubbing my face to remove the remnants of last night,

shoving aside the warmth of my faded flannel blanket,

then finding a cold floor giggling at the touch of my naked feet

 

I recall the dream, my last moments of sleep…weird…real feeling

Aerosmith, a souvenir stand in Wildwood and an iPad

Sketchy but still there (and I wish I were too)

Don’t ask….

 

I can hear my dogs grunting at the foot of bed

(Probably chasing raccoons in their heads)

What a life, eating, sleeping, no need for love (in that sense),

just a nice pat on the head every once in a while satisfies

 

Sometimes I guess that is all it takes, all we can hope for…

Still sitting here, yawning…thinking…

Why do I do this each day, every day, the same routine,

the deepest rut, like tire tracks in fresh mud, straight, never ending…

 

Then, as the tiniest glint of sunlight sifts the tenebrous room

I think of you…my happiness, my everyday purpose and it all becomes clear

Smiling now, I stand and greet this brand new beautiful day…wide awake

Often I wonder, is it worth it...and then I wonder why I wonder

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[m.s.early]

then finding a cold floor giggling at the touch of my naked feet - this made me giggle myself.

Often I wonder, is it worth it...and then I wonder why I wonder - isn't it peculiar the way we run our mind in circles revisiting questions we already know the answer to?

[Jack...]

Thanks X. Yes it is...seems like a big waste of energy.

[Tina Louise UK]

I could relate to this piece Jack...but I always think of something that makes it worth while :) x

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Tia for your kindness.

[Angel]

Wow. No fantasy here...this is pure reality. I think of my grandmother, telling me that love has nothing whatsoever to do with going to bed with a man...it is all about getting up with him in the morning...every morning...and facing life...bills, kids, dirty dishes, dirty floors...together.
She was so right. But, of course, I had to find out the hard way....

[Jack...]

Yeah reality does mess everything up...thanks so very much Angel.

[s y e]

// Sometimes I guess that is all it takes, all we can hope for…
Still sitting here, yawning…thinking…
Why do I do this each day, every day, the same routine,
the deepest rut, like tire tracks in fresh mud, straight, never ending… //

I think you can already guess what I'm going to say to this poem, Jack. It is so worth it, every single minute of every single day because you only get one chance in life. Don't waste it by sitting there, thinking, wondering... Just go for it, there and then and take control of your life before it takes over you.

You're so kind and caring, my friend and I appreciate you and your friendship very much as you know. Another great, powerful write. You know I'll always be your number one fan, right? :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much for your kindness today Sye.

[Frieda P]

I was waiting on this one, feels as though we're chit chatting over a cuppa the way this one reads...I think we all feel this way sometimes, that rut that encompasses our daily routine, nothing changes, when and if it does, we're usually not ready for it. Nice dream by the way...this poem made me think (for some odd reason) when I first started to read you Jack, your poetry had come a long way, just in the way you communicate your feelings, and it doesn't all rhyme ;-) Still love it to pieces! x100

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I have learned a lot since coming here. This poem is as close to real as it comes.

[Brittany Zedalis]

This one really got into my head and made me think. Amazing job.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Brittany

[Shirlena]

I try to save some because I will end up reading everything you write in one day:) You really leave so much room for someone to let the words linger and interpret what you're saying though I get it, this piece is obliging, picturesque and emotive, enough to hang on until the next write. Fabulous.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Shirlena, I appreciate your kindness to me. but just so you know, I have over 600 poems on here, so feel free to browse if you like? A little shameless self promotion. :) Truly I do appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on my work. Thank you again my friend.

[Shirlena]

I will but please keep sending some to me as well. I like the convenience and your welcomed.

[Marie]

First light is hard...but then it becomes clear...why we do what we do...

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Marie.