Out of Body Blue Bird

Here you sit, with a strained delicate smile

upon your face; destined to convince the cracked

concrete your sad eyes are hiding happiness. Lost

in a daze, daydreams of yesterdays’ savor,

honey suckled in bright warm sunlight, drifting

in thoughts from echoing heart, yet, you’re so cold;

subsist on this sorrow, while you’re reminded

of the fated shadowed future which pursues  

as you loiter the past. A reminiscent

yellow Rue blooms sorrow from the confirms

of time. Lonesome cheeks missing the warming grasp

of devotion. And yet, the hundred proof’s grown old

to the buds of your mouth. A blossom withered

to the loss of quench. It used to numb the ache;

she used to kiss tenderly. That last pucker,

it skipped the lips, and hardened your heart. A rock,

a shattered foundation, she walked on air as

you buried yourself in lament amnesia

of hope. Out of body blue bird, I sing

your song, and reside in your soul, of regret…

 

© 2011 T.G. Hopkins III 

Author's Note

Image found on Google pics at: http://www.zazzle.com/indigo_bunting_bird_card-137332041443062615

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Drowning sorrows in the bottom of a bottle trying to tell yourself that you are fine and putting on a happy face for the world around you as the wall to the castle crumble, falling into a million tiny pieces. The past can be a haunting place in which to live. It is good to look back and smile but to actually try to live is there is a whole different story. Love this write.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Im sorry, but this is one poem I cant with good conscious tell you about how "great" it is. It is phenomenal in the way you sweep us away with the emotions of it all though. They way you can use candid speech to give the tiniest nudge that forces us to fall into your work and emotionally invest so willingly is truly special. I have to say again that this is Flawless work, but it is so real that I fear what has truly inspired it. This is a rare occasion where we can say that we actually know how someone feels. For a second there, I felt as if I had my own identity erased and had become someone else. I was compelled to not praise the inspiration...but still blow away by the images. 100(+1)

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Surprised that only six people chose to review this...guess they din't get it. Well, I reckon I'm the 'deep' thinker, cause I totally related to this finely built piece. The death of love is a truly tragic thing...a sting I have felt, and dealt.
Great work, Tommy.

Faveded.

[Aidz]

Nicely spun tale of heartache ...

[FJ Davis]

"That last pucker, it skipped the lips, and hardened your heart."
Reminiscent of the greeting ritual performed by classic female phonies.
This work is a unique and artful rendition of the blues. Should be accompanied by a soulful sax.
Righteous, Brother Tom!

[emmajoy]

Sadness wrapped in a delicate flow of - emotion. Here, phrases almost too beautiful for their content, yet .. if more simply put, what would be the point? Hiding too much is as paintful as the hidden hurt; smiling is only a temporary bandage, laughter is only trembling thoughts needing sleep. The crutch of surplus anything eventually gives way .. to more pain.

' A blossom withered ~ to the loss of quench. It used to numb the ache; ~ She used to kiss tenderly. '

[Kenneth The Poet]

A powerful piece of work. Stirring in its song about depression, alcohol and regret. A somber meditation so well penned.

[Emily B]

oooooh, Tommy! I had to read this . . . such a beautiful blue bird

and the writing is exquisite