On You, Across The Table

We all want to believe our children will love us
Hold us, kiss us, stay with us,
and wrap their little hands around our fingers
Big eyes watch big people with big love

But they're a squirmy type
Run away, out of our arms
No matter how far we stretch

Exploring dust bunnies in corners
Carrying shoes to bury in the sand box
They all, will all, run away

And you see then,
Perhaps they are not yours.

Individuals behind those big eyes
And we, again, are left to watch
Like past loves left,
Mother, fathers, gone,
And a thousand friends,
drifted away

We own no one,
Our children owe nothing
And we will all realize how little we are
How alone we are

And in that we must find some happiness
We must find some truth
For them, for us,
For you

Reviews

[Nathan Strange]

Hey man, Charles, I've never read much of your stuff and I'm not gonna blow sunshine up your arse as you are the owner of the website. Let me tell you something pal, this is f*****g good mate. It sums up how I feel at the moment! I'm just sitting in front of my computer screen waiting for the computer to speak to me, waiting for reviews. I'm too tired to review at the moment, I can't think let alone read!
I have a beer in front of me sitting by the keyboard. My forehead is creased up, my eyes black, yet I sit here endlessly, waiting for inspiration to write something. I have this dying urge to want to produce just something, even if it's tedious, yet I know that I'm in no state of mind to write anything half decent.
I saw you were on line and thought, let me read something of Charles's for once. He is responsible for this site. Well man your words spoke to me, that last stanza;

Unable to maintain this moment
This connection
This intimacy
Required to record it
Such is the curse of a writer

[Katrina Mckeown]

This is great, I also love this line,
"writing and believing,
it's more important than living"

Great read, thank-u for sharing this piece!

[L. L. Jacobson]

I just want to add this to my favorites and say once again how beautiful this is.

[Miss Moore]

lovely

[Alia December]

"Writing, and believing
It's more important than living "

Keep thiss up!
I'm going to read more of your work just because of this line.
Amazing poem.

[Nicole Hellene]

The pretense of an author
Who wills away days
Writing, and believing
It's more important than living

Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. Now I'm going outside to try to live my life, because sometimes writing is all I have.

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Wonderful poem"Knowing the jumbled words connectInside two heads, two placesOne time"I could visualize the two people spending time together, sharing a moment together. That time is theirs and only theirs.Great write

[Luke Brooks]

Very good. It flowed so well when I read it. Easy to digest but very satisfying. I enjoyed it.

[Holly Abidi]

Hi,

This is very good. I love the tone to this poem. It's like I'm there in your place looking at the other person, a buddy, reading. It seems that somehow through this moment you've connected with that person. But now life is too busy for that. And you wish you could go back there at times. So that's what I pictured from this. I could see the light, it being night, and you both working. LOL! I like the mention of tea and papers everywhere because guess what... it sounds like my desk. LOL!

Keep up the excellent work
Cheers
Holly

[M. Chang]

beautiful.

[Ilene M.W. Lush]

I previously reviewd this pc, but I want my reviews to be worth reading, so I am going to try it again.

The visual is incredibly light and perfect. It was balanced like a tightrope walker, with no missed steps.

This is romantic in the truest sense of the word. Romance is another addiction, something that creates longing, craving. Being a Romantic, there is always something to do, much like being an addict, always on the hunt for the next fix, the next rush. The next urge...