Reflections on a Life

Reflections on a Life

There I lie

in the distant hypnagogic visions of my mind.

Oh so many breaths taken

and exhumed.

Oh so many bridges crossed,

so many falls into troubled,

brackish, waters.

I was once naked with peach like skin

but it no longer holds firm.

Once innocent and hopeful.

Once full of joie de vivre.

The mirror now reflects a void,

a gap in excited youthful expectation

that yawns in Cheyne-Stokes gasps

of defeated exasperation,

and the putrid stench of surrender.

 

05/10/16

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Yes no matter how old we get, one cannot live like the young days that we did. Sometimes its better to forget than have a lifetime remembering that special moment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is so sad when we surrender...when life beats us down enough that we cry "uncle"--

our bodies break down...our minds waver, and our optimism is stifled....we grow up, we lose innocence and we gain cynicism.

well expressed in this poem...

j.