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

[Kara Emily Krantz]

yes

yes

yes

:)

[Avoiry]

i like it , i feel like i was there

[Dawn Fox]

awe how sweat. u were able 2 make me feel wat u felt which is always good. keep up the good work.

-Dawn-

[Kasia A. Tilander]

There is such truth in your words.

When I write I fall into a world outside life. A place where time is meaningless, daily responsibilities fall by the way side, and nothing matters more then the next word.
My biggest struggle has been trying to reconcile this world and the real world, somehow finding a way to weave my passion for writing with my waking life.
One always seems to suffer at the hands of the other, something always left neglected, left undone.
If we could only forgo sleep, then there would be an extra seven hours a day to get it all done.

I loved this piece.

Kasia.

[(man)~~~~~~lol~~~~~~(dr..]

"Knowing the jumbled words connect inside two heads, two places, one time" is a pretty good thought. That would explain the intimate part, while playing it kind of suave or coy it seems.

"Wrinkled forehead" good. The whole 'show do not tell' thing that had been hammered into my head once upon a time. I'm not so hot on the "tired eyes" though. "Bubble of glow" however is excellent: visually limits to what we think that light would look like; a small candescent around these two � inevitably, enclosing these two inside the bubble. I so want "papers and pens" to be threatening to the bubble! Sort of like, since she has the wrinkled forehead, she's about to give up or something: too much work!

"Required to record it" is poetic. Very much, I think.

"Writing, and believing/ it's more important than living" ... hmm ... Okay. I guess this part is all right. At first, it struck me funny, but not these whole two lines, just something there in front of me. "Who wills away days" is good but I think something about "freezing them in moments" or something may be needed? Moments side-stepped on pages...something like that.

[Ilene M.W. Lush]

leaving something behind something that makes a difference gives us immortality. finishing a piece is better than a sneeze oh so satisfying

[Yira Simone]

Very true words spoken about the life and mind of a writer. I loved the flow and the wording. I enjoyed reading this very much.

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


the very backbone of every true writer that has ever gasped for air!!!

i felt dynamite go off in my chest when i read those words!!!

great capture!!!

[M. Chang]

These are the words from a wise man.

[L. L. Jacobson]

God, you make sitting there at a cafe' table, observing she, and the world around you, so beautiful.
And you're right: living is far more important than writing, but yet the two go hand in hand.
I love your thoughts and the way you've captured them. PERFECT.