Staring, as I often do

Staring, as I often do

A Poem by Jack...
"

far away love

"

 

Staring,

as I often do

by jack

 

 

Staring,

as I often do

This distant place of wondering

 

Afforded of a mystic view

Raising flags,

woven free upon the wind

 

Across the sea

 

In your pocket

to remain

A piece of me in charms upon

a silver coated chain

 

Floating of its own ebb and soul

Waving as forever comes

Sent of lost and feathered shore

Grinning ear to ear

 

 

Taken from a prison camp

Framed in ocean’s mist

Found and lost and found again

 

Something I can not resist

 

Each day I reach,

in lengthened gathered steam

Drinking of a lemon scent

and foaming parakeets

 

Dancing on the beach of wings

Searing on the feet

Floundering, dreaming, asking…

 

 

When will you come to me

 

Fingers shade the sun

Bleaching on its way

Bountiful of endless love

 

So, so far away

 

This distant place of wondering

As I often do,

staring

 

Hoping to find you

 

 

 

© 2013 Jack...


Author's Note

Jack...
Thank you for reading

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i have to agree with the posy on this one , jack. definitely one of my faves from your pen. i felt myself standing upon the shore, staring across the massive void of an unnamed ocean and longing for a true love to return. magnificent! tres jolie!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much my friend. Not sure how I missed this one. I appreciate it.
I think this my favorite of yours so far, glimpses of desire and hungry cravings in this, you displayed your soul in this one Jack. Seems to me you keep reaching deeper with each write of yours now, truly love this one.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you Frieda, it is out of the norm for me as I am trying to evolve as a poet and a person.
Are we meant to be asking this so often, I wonder. So many looking for love and seemingly left wondering for so long. Is this what our creator had envisioned?
Beautifully written longing.
"Floundering, dreaming, asking...
When will you come to me"


Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Sirrah, it was a mood I was in last week, I was longing and needing someone to tal.. read more
Emerald Seas

11 Years Ago

I understand the feeling - and the need. Hope you have a good week!

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Added on March 22, 2013
Last Updated on March 26, 2013
Tags: love, ocean, dreams

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Jack...
Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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