Thinking to Exit

I don't know where it is now, to know what a friend has shown me. As a little boy we both know it's meaning.

    

Waving something off in thy beginning, that seemed it wanted to get caught up in my eyelashes,

 Nowadays, I spend to much time pulling memories from a shelf you know the one, near the staircase where we used to run up to get away,

 just for a moment to catch our breath.

 I feed the fish of mornings telling me to clean that spot of green inside of clear-glass,

  Just wish you were here now, someone to listen to with classical music behind our days of show and tell.

 Whistling through or just plainly asking the waters: Is it okay I let my fish go in your stream of time? 

Free from the past that caused too much pain of simply watching your kisses blowing goodbyes,

                        

               In thy present with full scholarship to attend a forever place,

   to be with you now,

                           but knowing you wouldn't want that

         So I continue, using the sunsets I have packed for an excuse to keep living.

           Kneeling down like we did before bowing to an unpredictable future,

                        a future I didn't want since I'm here now to know,

                         broken to a place where I can no longer fall

                 I whisper our saying as I watch our fish swimming home

      "Carefully and long, hoping he won't give up or the wind won't die down."

                A voice tapping me on the shoulder saying " Come on, let's go",

                         I point to the swimming-symbol in the waters  

                               telling I will come back but not yet.                           

Author's Note

What does it mean to you?

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Have to catch the reading breath. This is so much in one sitting to fully process and explore. There are friendships that take an arc wherein what was familiar is put aside for other journeys. And yet there is a tugging to that shared junction of self, when you were one. Of a handful of such friends, I was able to meet again with a couple, and the gap of then and now was too great, it felt that I alone remained to abide in the wonder of those days. The other had died and another is battling their present day circumstances. All that remains now are the memories and the spark that vainly fills the emptiness inside. oh wow. Thanks for sharing.

[anne]

This is such a beautiful piece of poetry. "So I continue, using the sunsets I have packed for an excuse to keep living." I keep reading that line over and over. Thank you for this.

[Randhir kaur]

Kneeling down like we did before bowing to an unpredictable future,...
What a write...its just full of provoking lines..something which is so strong in your poem..loved it..

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I appreciate your feedback, it's sincere and kind.

[Philip Muls]

Feels authentic and genuine. Not easy to interpret its meaning but it stirs up thoughts and emotions.

Well done.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I appreciate it my friend. Sincerely your friend in poetry and life.

[Patricia Stephmore]

"Broken to a place where I can no longer fall"
My favorite line.....a very beautiful poem and it takes you away with it....to a different flow... With the fishes in the water

[J.R.H.]

Your poem makes me feel like I'm in audio slaves 'like a stone' music video. I really enjoyed it. The imagery and your longing are both very powerful.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I appreciate your comment my dear poet, Never heard of the music video but will check it out. Thanks again for your review.

[Laura S-C]

This is an incredible poem. It makes me think about my own past, present and future. You have made me feel so many things and think so many thoughts and I believe that that shows you are an incredible poet.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I'm passionate and inspired by life through a sentimental journey in the passage of time and fragile things. I appreciate your sincere and warm encouraging words.

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Sir, a nice poem, first of all. Firstly, the memories of past are thought of and then the present is presented before the readers and then future is talked of- the unpredictable future. An enjoyable poem.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I appreciate it , these thoughts came to me from a experience I couldn't let go of, like its only in a time and place where you can see and touch with nostalgic eyes in the unpredictable future. I see clearly now by reading your review . Thanks for bringing it to light. Keep writing my friend.

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It could be, that everything that has been done is leading you to why you came here in the first place.
You have a beautiful otherworldly artistry about you. I enjoyed your words, dear poet

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I appreciate your sincere wisdom and a beautiful review . I made this from experiences that I've don't remember experiencing but I've felt it. In life generally speaking, certain passageways I take and others subconsciously inspires me to write and life's lessons that it gives me for my gratitude and existence on its home.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I don't know if we can ever be free of our past, but I do believe we can walk with it in harmony which brings it's voice down to a whisper.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Thanks and yes a passage in the sky like a bird or an arrow. Its flight has an invisible pathway to the naked eyes, but leaves no track behind, also one of the sayings of the Buddha.

[Fahmida Mehreen]

At times, exit is only the starting of another entrance which may not be what you or I or anyone ever wanted to enter.
But, the paradox is: how would you ever know where the exit leads to?