In The Morning The Thoughts Are Stagnant

The air opens up like a giant fire.

Burning the images

                       of what used to be

                       my gig. It's a sombre

                       day when the feelings

                       are placed on hold.

And you try to understand.

Try to be what you're supposed to be

without a map to guide

                               your feet.

The eclectic point of view

                      gets tiresome after

                           the first few times.

Put the cellphone inside the pocket

                          so the ringing of the

                          clock will not be heard.

Time is what I make of it.

Time is not a chore.

It's a dazzling day of full-blown

                             attitudes

                                 on parade.

You wonder why I'm talking this way.

The puzzle is on your face.

I can't explain.

Can't proclaim.

Can't be anything but the

                        shallow pool of

                         dying goldfish

                           out of scope.

It's a magic world somewhere.

It's not magic here.

It's an endless day that is

                      always the same

                            no matter

                         the date on the calender.

Perhaps at some point, the washing mcahine

               will soak away the sins?

And at that point I'll be prepared

                 to pretend just one more day.

Alleluia! The end is closer but the

                  beginning has yet to begin!

Reviews

[Enigmatic Soul]

Wow. This idea is strongly reminiscent of Samuel Beckett's play 'Waiting For Godot'. And a brilliant portrayal of the absurdity and aimlessness of life. Loved the word play. Can easily pick out readily quotable lines from the poem. Keep it up!

[Anne Timmins]

An excellent piece of work

[Loner]

Beautifully portrayed ...

[storiestotell]

This poem has a wonderful message!

[Newspaper Skeleton]

"Time is not a chore..."
Love it.

[Jeremy Wyatt]

Well - crafted musings Chris..

[blueseeker]

Time is what I make of it.
Time is not a chore.

indeed. there is no ending to time...only more beginnings.

[victoria]

oh those days without purpose. I wrote of nothing once, on one hand simply doing nothing can be pleasurable, on the other hand, there is a restlessness in having nothing to do. I sense a restlessness here in this wonderfully crafted work.

[Bryan Micheni]

I liked this. very interesting point of view. good write.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"The end is closer but the
beginning has yet to begin!"

great verse!