Junkyard of time

I wash my time in poetry

sawed words thrown in stacks of haste

Junk piles of rusted memory

in the construction of youth, its sawdust waste

Broken weathered dreams

splitting debris about an illusion

time's rot of constructed schemes

leftover emotional confusion

In youth, my time pockets were bare

now in frozen age a font of slime

where water of poetry I share

with beggars in a cup of rhyme

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I've spent more than my share in the junkyard of time and quite a bit at actual dumps. But I like how certain people will praise your poetry to the sky and then slam it with a 75% rating so it doesn't compete with theirs. With friends like that here you really don't need enemies. Let's see if this 100% rating will drive the approval up a bit. Of course I'm not going to offer flowery praise and bow down in worship but I'm not secretly plotting the demise of your write either. The ratings drive what gets put in top writing and what gets more readers interested. They know that. And I thought betrayal with a kiss was just something Judas did. But a low rating is really tough to rebound from. It was 88% when I got here. Let's see if I can bump it up a bit. Cheers. F.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It only pushed it up to 89.9 but maybe others will help.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Fabian I so appreciate your support and kind words. Acctualy I have never paid attention to ratings have never looked at any of my poems ratings I just write. Your words and vote is greatly appreciated and maybe I should be more attentive to what others think. Thank you so much my friend.

[Marie]

A sublimely penned metaphoric gem. It is so true that youth is wasted on the young, but we have to be young to get the experience we need. I feel youth is a time for learning, whether it's learning to work as part of a work team, or to work as an individual. It really is the Summer of our lives when so many changes take place which we will learn from and live the best part of our lives before we move into Autumn years. Some dreams will be shattered along the way causing emotional confusion because life didn't turn out how we expected it to, but what a lot we learn from the experience, Soren! We rarely have money to spare when we are young, there are so many personal wants and needs, plans for the future to be funded, a new house to live in, a new car to drive to work, many demands are made on our earnings. All the experience will pay off and we will not make the same silly mistakes we made again. I love the final stanza of this very wonderful poem. The poet has riches now beyond compare in having the time to share his poetry with all of us on this lovely site because we value his poetry and his words always reach their target, which is our hearts. Lovely, lovely, lovely poem, dear Soren. I so enjoyed reading and thank you for sharing. Wishing you a very lovely evening to enjoy, dear friend...

[Soren]

Once again thank you Marie for your read and comprehensive interpretation. As always it is most appreciated and valued.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear Soren...