Poetry Awaits (Apparently)

 

Apparently,

 I thump my thighs

missing a beat

left by my side

in the argument

of confusion...

 

Apparently, 

 I look the fool

aimlessly adrift

forlorn in my

abstract direction

looking for keys…

 

Apparently,

 I’m not the boy

playing baseball

in back my house

the weakest one

doing his best                                                                        

to succeed, not to fail...

 

Apparently,

 I fantasize, still do at 52

‘bout being the best

standing straight

and erect

at five feet five

It’s always been

it always will…

 

Apparently,

 my dormant tracks

came fool circle

with endless

Cheshire cat-like grins

pretending I’m in,

but I’m not...

 

Apparently,

 and eventually

the laughter subsides

and the hurt

hides inside

while the clown reappears

or the drum rat-a-tats

and the pain still remains...

 

Apparently,

 I died a million times

I’ve sailed

the dreaded seas

near and far

upon the ship

taking one last trip...

 

Actually,

 I’ve learned to cope

and deal with the disease

while I live the life

and the hand

I’ve been dealt...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Written: July 25, 2002 (Myrtle Beach, SC)
Photo: Jan 19, 2011 (Key West)

I think this need some revisions...as I reread it....will work on it and repost with some changes..............................i think.

Reviews

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Amazing poem,
'nuff said :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Good poetry and beautiful photo. I wished I sail the sea. I spend three week on a ship coming from Africa to USA. I know a lot of different between a small boat and the sea and a cargo ship. I like the story of a life and the things learn. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote