Your Life Will Stop

An experiment of sorts - this one may take time to sort through! Enjoy!

Yearning for a time where fear crept not within me,

Our petty need to feel safe slashes at my cortex,

Under piles of memories are the real truths,

Rounded heads have corners to hit and vex.

 

Letters never read bound in more and more paper,

Inside my hands the bones will knurl and fail,

Filling empty pots with wine never to drink,

Even thirst has no hope like women on a rail.

 

Winter beckons to blood so to spill and gush,

I need crowds of bearded fellows of laughter,

Little spots rear their horrid yellow heads atop,

Light purchases times for us to dance and show garters.

 

Still people listen hard to the words spoken in jest,

Tender moments pass horridly without notice or sight,

Olive carpets through patterns to dazzle and confuse,

Potted plants now withered lye strewn on our plight.

Author's Note

Honety!

Reviews

[Jack...]

This was nice, no... great. It hummed to me, a sad and sorrowful tune as I read this. Perhaps violin or cello. You do have a way with words my friend.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you

[Ravyne Hawke]

Oh the yearnings of our past when we were brave and nothing could stop us. Now, like a withering plant, we are stuck in one reality without hope of past adventures. Not sure I have gotten the complete jest of this, especially from some of the more violent lines, but this is what I've gathered. You write so very well Thomas and I always enjoy your poetry.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you

[John Alexander McFadyen]

There are many glorious tortured lines in this Thomas, I do think some of the metaphors are somewhat obscure and perhaps too clever for mere mortals as myself to fully comprehend. But hey ho many great poets get away with obfuscation. The sentiment is clear.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you

[Baby Ricochet]

I had to read this several times. Not because I didn't understand it. (well, maybe a little) Mostly because I love the way it's worded. It's like urgent or something. Like it's saying "HEY! You better be paying attention dip s**t!" It's got some violent, desperate imagery in it. You got failing bones, women tied to rails, blood spilling in the winter and the last stanza is golden, particularly the first two lines. I loved this poem. Damn fine work Thomas. Damn fine.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you very much

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i find the wording very interesting in this piece...a lot about petty needs, and emptiness...lack of fulfillment..life can do that to us...we aren't sure exactly what we need or want...but it is something...something we can't quite put our finger on.

we become like potted plants...stuck in one place...life makes us play it too safe.
so we may never achieve fulfillment.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you

[quinfinn]

you know, this is more than just a deep and philosophical slant on the human condition, it is, in essence a celebration of our madness and a query regarding human sanity....Thomas, you write some off the wall art at times, always provocative and honest...which i truly respect and admire...but this is a new introspect for you, i think. you never cease to astound me with your directness. pen on, dear poet!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you my darling

[quinfinn]

always a pleasure

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Thomas, just about the time I think I understand it.. then I'm sure I don't. Please try to forgive my blatant ignorance. I abstain.

[Sami Khalil]

"Still people listen hard to the words spoken in jest,

Tender moments pass horridly without notice or sight,

Olive carpets through patterns to dazzle and confuse,

Potted plants now withered lye strewn on our plight."
Even with water plants may or may not bloom according to what I'm reading but I could be wrong. For you said thirst has no hope and that is powerful and unique concept I hear for the first time. Then you said tender moments pass horridly and that sounds gloomy to me . But I like this poem for it feels like you are challenging the status quo of things in our lives. I guess you are a revolutionary hidden in your castle until your liberation from your self imposed prison... Wonderful to say the least...:)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

WHy thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Sami Khalil]

^^~^^ :)