Cracks

Through lost decrepit places

Sitting within wary caves of wanderings

Cracks that shun rayless ideas of existence

A man sitting by the banks of aspired emptiness

Rich with all that corpus matter

Pockets of wishes shining a lucent rainbow

Until he taunted a reach deep down within

As another man delved the bottom of hope

He understood this oblivion in sensing despair

For within his pleasant heart he held so much to spare

Though those keen cracks would spread light

Immitating actions of the virtuous wind 

Gazing upon another unobstructed sun 

He learns of a new place of truth

Because he would be the man that once dropped things broken

Is one ensnared with emotion though stars surely leap

On the ground disheveled for once in his time

The cracked drawings delineated 

Whispering complexity within

We all came to vivid birthings of simple emotions

Some are set free into a narrated sea of dreams

Others sit there broken

A sculpted fingerprint of life

To prove you have stated your arrival

And with it you hold a tycoon of departures

Reviews

[Pale Moon]

Did you draw that picture at the top? I find it quite surprisingly very good! :) ANd so was the poem! :)

[B]

Not my drawing
And thank you

[andrew mitchell]

the last stanza reminded me of trump, a complex write nisreen

[B]

Thank you so much Andrew

[barleygirl]

I admit I'm not good at reading highly nuanced messages like this, so bear with me. I understood only about half your message, but still I love your uninhibited collection of observations, stated with originality. The artwork is stunning & nicely relevant. I particularly like the way you play with light references (sun, rainbow, stars) and good use of unique & expressive words.

Line 1: decrepit
Line 6: shining
Line 12: virtuous

[B]

thank you ........

[Paul Bell]

The image itself is compelling. As is life itself.
No matter how prosperous we are. Life can still deal you rocks. I suppose in a way. Life is full of obstacles.
We drive through full of hope. But in the end, you wonder if you really left.

[B]

In japan a crack is repaired by filling it with gold
A belief that anything damaged becomes more beautiful
i guess its all a matter of perspective

[Paul Bell]

Liking that gold idea.

[B]

well they are a very wise bunch

[Paul Bell]

I'm not related then. lol

[B]

lol
maybe you are
you just dont know it yet

[z.chéri]

amazing, love it :) Keep writing!

[B]

Thank you SM

[Jesus0996]

This poem is amasterpiece

[B]

Thank you J

[EcstaticEuphoria]

Beautiful, sad, contemplated... tycoon of departures... what a great line

[B]

Thank you R

[wordman]

this write carries many emotions,draining your heart in a sense

[B]

Thank you Wordman

[Einstein Noodle]

such irony of life ... you are as always complicated ...full of contrasts ... vivid imagery ... your closing in this one is what especially grabs my meditative spot .. there is boldness and power yet the departures do give me pause ...
E.
ps. my buddies and myself use to do "cracked drawings in our Catholic grade school art class. ;}

[B]

I love mosaics
Used to have cuts all over my fingers and arms
Used to chip tiles make pictures
Thank you E

[Einstein Noodle]

mmmm a fine art ...

[B]

lol
i love art

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ..................