Regardless of whom is...

 

 

Regardless of whom is…

 

 

Aching…my pen moves, lines hold in place

words found wandering about my heart

Ink dries with tear drop accuracy…streaked

forming in versed collections of envisioned truth

 

From the gallery they call…teeth bared

ready to rip the pain from any pore,

handing down punishment…sentences

that do not fit the stanza

 

Still I write…poetry,

combing thoughts of fine woven moments

presented in decorative motifs

with strawberry jam and blue button accents

 

Dangling in the midst of green tailed hate,

baiting the wide mouths of insistence steadily

challenging belief and validity

with a tarnished tea spoon IQ

 

Fingers tremble behind rolled down sleeves,

three-quarter dreams fall head first into

basement personalities dancing in

ugly nightmare robes…sneering

 

Yet I scribble affectionately, pristine fonts of flowery flow,

enchanted lines of wisteria wrapped creations

Weaving along vine covered fences  

even as eyes peer through morning glory gates

 

I know this fear…you feel it too…the watching,

from every corner, tiny blocks stacked of horrific masks,

eyes floating in mud garden baths

dripping blood the color of…well, blood

 

But I must write, hoping you see, praying you read,

sending these phrases on braided thread,

spun of love, stitched of affection…patterned desire

regardless of whom is…

 

 

Author's Note

Thanks for reading

Reviews

[Angel]

I guess we need to stop calling you "Romantic Jack". This one is kinda creepy...

[Jack...]

Just a temporary phase...I'll be back again...I think... :) Thanks so much my sweet friend.

[Angel]

If I could reach through the screen, I'd give you the biggest HUG!! And then I'd take you into the kitchen for my home made chocolate chip cookies, all warm and gooey from the oven, and a big glass of ice cold milk.
Cuz I do love you so, my friend...

[s y e]

I had to sit here after reading this one and catch my breath... You knocked my breath right out of me and left me there stunned and shocked but wanting more. There is so much emotion in this one. I loved it.

[Jack...]

Thanks my friend... just a moment in time when my mind exploded...once again. :)

I appreciate you Sye.

[Tate Morgan]

It isnt the number of times you get knocked down it is the character to get back up

[Jack...]

You are right my friend, but one can only take so many knock downs. Thanks so much for your visit today.

[Tate Morgan]

Well life has a way of knocking us around all you can do is stand up and give some back

[Lyn Anderson]

I am assuming the whom is poetically licensed. A beautiful write. A lot of emotion in this unrequited love.

[Jack...]

I guess it is possible my friend. Thanks so much.

[DIVYA]

Here's the upside. The great ones get noticed. Mediocrity is seldom pursued. It is mostly left alone.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Divya for that smile this morning.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no matter how scary it might be...and how nervous we are about how our writing will be perceived and received....we do it anyway, because we have to...and we take risks unmasking ourselves, we become so vulnerable...but that is what makes the poetry real, and hopefully us too.

[Jack...]

Yep Jacob, we do, we stick our necks out there all of the time. And some read and understand while others will lop your head clean off.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Jack,

i have put my head back on many times...

[Pryde Foltz]

From the gallery they call…teeth bared
ready to rip the pain from any pore,
handing down punishment…sentences
that do not fit the stanza

Loved the back and forth duality in this piece, Jack. You showed your versatility here, in spades.

[Jack...]

Thank you ever so much Pryde. Your kindness is always a bright spot in my heart.

[Frieda P]

A real poet's poem, I needed to reread this one, there are so many great images here. 'tarnished tea spoon IQ', I wish I would have thought of that one. The eye freaked me out at first, but this one really spoke to the poetry in my soul. No one 'eyes are floating in mud garden baths' when it comes to golden words such as yours Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. Sometimes it just feels that way. I appreciate you so very much.

[m.s.early]

The wisteria reference got me. It is beautiful and deadly if untamed. How relative to your poem. If we don't write what ominous vines will strangle us. If we do write, how they take on a life of their own and conquer. Regardless if not spouting vines we're planting their seeds.

[Jack...]

It is strange how this entire thing works, isn't it? We sit and write, we have our thoughts, we project them via the weirdest phrases and words and people read them. We pour our hearts out on a page and hope someone finds them enjoyable. That is so out there to me. I do appreciate your comments my friend, it is people like who fuel these flames allowing us to burn down the house.

[Brittany Zedalis]

This is wonderful, Jack. It feels like thoughts just pouring out. Great job! :]

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Brittany. I appreciate your kindness.

Nice cake by the way...it looks delicious.