Weeping watercolors, forgotten dreams

 

 

Weeping watercolors, forgotten dreams

 

 

 

There, beneath the rubble,

the ash and the debris,

you’ll find a faint image

looking something like me

 

As I too stand, peering into the pile

wondering, trying to make

some sense of the torment,

though this pain is imaginary…

 

for I have strode this wasteland,

walked these barbed wire foot paths

many times in the past

and what once was pain,

is now what I am

 

and the silhouette of what is seen

in a visionary echo of long ago tears,

repeating through thorn crested decisions

and a true lack of self confidence,

 

dances on the acidic breezes

that engulf my heart

and paint my frown

in weeping watercolors of my forgotten dreams

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

by the way...the first stanza....i wish i had written that.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the pain builds us into what we are...poets.

and for me too, jack...the past has certainly given me that fragile ego...and a "true lack of confidence"---

quite wonderful this poem is.

the colors of life are running...getting out of focus.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[TL Boehm]

weeping watercolors of forgotten dreams. I know its sad but that is poetry. Sweet sweet poetry.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Tammy.

[SarahLin]

There, beneath the rubble,
the ash and the debris,
you’ll find a faint image
looking something like me
I was in such a dark place long ago. This touched me, deeply.

[Jack...]

Thank you Sarahlin, we all experience darkness I think, but I can tell you the sun shines brightly when you stop by for a visit.

[kublakhan27]

This speaks to me on the deepest level imaginable. The poem itself just screams despair, which is driven home with some really vivid imagery. A library pick for sure. Great work Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Steve for visiting my world today and leaving such kind words for me.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

All the sub conscience emotions which are invested in painting are tackled here in a superb manner, I am very impressed, this is a brilliant poem.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend.

[MsJewel]

These lines touched my heart...

for I have strode this wasteland,
walked these barbed wire foot paths
many times in the past
and what once was pain,
is now what I am

to be in pain and then accept it as what is and what will be is too sad for me to put into words.

Your talent never ceases to amaze me - to write something so sad and yet beautiful. Exceptional writing my friend.
:) Julie

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. We all have ups and downs, I suppose this was one of those downs. I always ppreciate your kind words.

[Dr. Wood ?]

oh Jack...the tears are making the paint run.....Very sad this

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Doc. Try painting with oils, tears don't have much affect on it.

[Angel]

Yeah...some mornings it just doesn't pay to get up out of the bed. Getting old sucks...

What good am I if nobody loves me any more????

I think we all have to go through these wastelands, my friend...we all have our tears, and they tend to gather in the deepest parts of our hearts...
Fantastic write, my talented friend.
Now, darn it, cheer up!!

[Jack...]

I always cheer up when I see you visiting my world. Thank you so much my sweet friend.

[Ken Simm.]

Tragic and emotive Jack. Works well

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Ken for stopping by today.