5:37 am

5:37 am

 

5:37 am…the morning is silent,

eerily so that I can hear nothing

louder than I ever have before

Not a bird sings as the sun still sleeps

outside of this four walled solitude

Slowly drinking a cup of coffee,

wondering why I even exist

 

5:42 am…staring into the dark spaces

surrounding my mind like elastic memories

While I write these words

of absolutely no reason,

as if they will heal somehow, take the pain

scatter it upon horizons

that no longer have meaning

 

5:46 am…somehow I enjoy this silence

Seeing my shadow below,

head in hands on the surface of my desk,

painting charcoal pictures of loneliness,

listening to key strokes breaking the quiet,

hoping this faux ink erases the past,

yet I believe nothing can…5:51 am

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Captcha - Maffia...oh well, I never liked my knee caps much anyway.

Reviews

[Blue]

I find your ponderings amusing, Jack. I like the structure and the content. Well-written as always.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Sometimes we can actually see the minutes ticking by lol. Wonderful write my friend :)

[Jack...]

Thank you my friend. Indeed we can.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are most welcome:)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It seems like nothing at all...just some musing...a day just as ordinary as the one yesterday.. I read until the end ...heard the silence and then the ticking minutes. It felt as if you were counting.... I could almost hear you. my soul listened harder to your breaths. I thought I was the only one who counted the minutes of purgatory with coffee. Maffia - you' ve already died a thousand times...knee caps are unnecessary:)- your writing as of late intrigues me.. just Jack and I don't know why....

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend. I do know that I have grown poetically by learning from other great poets on this site. I have learned to take chances with my words. I still write the flowery love poetry I always did from time to time, but now I have learned to bring more to the page instead of just sugar plums and angel kisses. Or maybe I'm just an intriguing fellow? :) Thanks again my friend. I do appreciate the kindness that you show me. I always smile when you visit my world.

[Coll Silvermoon]

This was a great poem. It shows that not everything happens in one instance, but many.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Coll. I appreciate you stopping by today.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Possibly your most potent time of day dear heart, well done.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. It was actually written at that time of day.

[Rita L. Sev]

Those early morning musings... before the sun sheds light on all dark imaginings. I felt like I was sitting at that table, too, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Rita. I appreciate you stopping by and leaving such kind words for me.

[Ruth]

Something so haunting and visceral about that time of morning...you have captured the disorientated vibe of auch an atmoapheric time when one does wander those lonely hallways of the mind...potent dear Jack x

[Jack...]

Poppy my friend, it was worth waking up at that hour of the morning if it brought you to my page to leave such kind words for me. Thank you so very much.

[Ruth]

My pleasure hon x

[Brittany Zedalis]

There have been many times, especially lately, that I stay up all night and spend the time pondering things and writing. I could really relate to this one. :]

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Brittany. I know that feeling well.

[icelandicblue]

Those moments when all is quiet can be contemplative, disquieting and empty. We are our most vulnerable I think in those hours before the dawn. A very moving piece from your pen.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Anne. I am thrilled you enjoyed this.

[Tina Louise UK]

Great imagery Jack, I could relate to this one :) x

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Tia.