The Unexpected Guess

The bone tired business of everyday smothers ideas to grey, strangles life into 8 hour bursts and leaves nothing but imagination - stolen wheeled in need of recharging, as the hammer slaps me under, living beneath the weight of clouds on brittle, broken earth - surfacing to excess / , still no-one to love, no answer in the sanded wood or painful knee, no promise of anything in the barbed wire bouquet of dreams, no thunder, lightning,, tormented wind, rain chilled memories cast aside until emptiness is new, the cobweb cell blown free, diamond polished mirrors, Reminding more and less, A walk through desert parks, hand in hand with who, a missed connection every week, diving into pools of lost hope, and return to sender, cold and wet, the restless sleep of ghosts call my name, sending horsemen to the moon, a twitch in time saves scratching, a sudden silent death saves asking, losing pieces but finding ground beneath my feet - the Cosmos awaits, the End.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A loveless existence in the never ending cycle of life. What a difference it makes when there is a love interest. What a different perspective that puts on our days. Turns existing into living. There is always hope. Poignant little write here gram.

Chris

[gram linski]

Thanks Chris, glad you took the time to think, lol

[Chris Shaw]

Are you being cheeky? :))

[gram linski]

What me? was known as a rascal in me yoof, don't know what dat mean! lol,

[Chris Shaw]

You be a scallywag then :)

[gram linski]

It has been said, lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The profound mundanity of life is manacled to the rotation of hands, pointed at false numbers of hope and the rotation of the earth. We live each minute, some of us, awaiting that thing that will come and make us whole. Indeed if love has broken like an old grandfather clock, the pendulum stilled the ticking a mere echo in time life can feel even more threadbare and torturous.

[gram linski]

Great poem, John, you should upload this, lol, no, seriously, make it available for public consumption

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You wanna be my agent gram ole boy?

[gram linski]

Only if I can f**k you side ways in the morn, soundtrack ; The Meat Puppets, Too high to die,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

with no love, no real life outside of the 9 to 5 grind...we get lost in the routine of life...and love and happiness take a back seat...
and without love, even if we lose it...where is the inspiration to write?

j.

[gram linski]

In the heart, j. I know that you know and you know it too.

[Edie Blue Starfish]

What a beautiful piece of prose!

[gram linski]

Glad you liked it, Edie, more shambolic rant than actual prose, lol

[Edie Blue Starfish]

A lovely shambolic rant then.
:)

[gram linski]

ch:):):)rs