Left Wondering

Someday I will barely exist

and I wonder

who will breathe the air

that navigated through my body,

recycling out the carbon dioxide 

through the trees,

and I wonder who will 

live in the house 

that I have spent 

my entire childhood in,

my room full of dried tears,

buckets and buckets

placed at the edge of my bed

to catch them like raindrops

dripping from the ceiling, 

too many nights spent awake

over-thinking each little thing,

and I wonder who will find 

the little notes in 

old ethnies shoeboxes

from old friends in junior high 

when barely anybody

had a cell phone to document

their lives,

so we drew emoticons

to resemble instant message chats

on lined paper from math class,

and I wonder who will find

all my personal ancient journals,

feelings leaking out the pages

the bipolarity of 

emotions teeter-tottering,

and the words ricocheting 

from cover to cover,

the amateur writer 

that aspired to be great,

side palm prints still lingering

on each page,

and I wonder what they will 

think of me.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I have wondered this thought to myself before. Who will open up my poetry journals and travel through the years with me feeling the emotions I have laid down on paper. Who will understand what each one is about or if they will try to figure out what person the poem is about. WHo will walk my haunted halls and emerge themselves in my world that has come to pass.

[demureminds]

This passes through my mind all the time... Thanks for the comment!

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong poem. Asked a lot of questions and had a lot of wonder about life and writing. Life is fair for the all of us. We learn by mistakes and hope we become wiser with time. I like the internal thoughts in the amazing poem. I believe real goal of life is to be content with what you did. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[demureminds]

Thank you! (:

[Elaenor Aisling]

Love the sentiments you bring up in this piece, thought provoking and beautifully sentimental. great work

[demureminds]

Thank you (:

[eglantine]

Great use of barely-there images. I like the hinting towards cycle and condensation (the buckets and tears and ceiling). Would your journals be 'ancient' though?

[demureminds]

Thanks! I really don't know, I added "ancient" because I imagined at the time this happened, it would be way past my time so maybe it would be considered ancient.

[eglantine]

hmmm, that's what I thought you were eluding to, but ancient makes me think thousands of years ago, rather than perhaps a century or less... try a word/adjective that gives an image of aging... like yellowed? water-damaged?

[demureminds]

Haha yeah I really just used words that spilled out, but I will definitely consider changing it because it does sound a bit too much. Thanks for the advice! (:

[eglantine]

anytime, glad I could help :)

[F.P. Chat]

very beautiful poem
so often i wonder what we 'll leave behind when gone
you touched my heart with that

[demureminds]

Thank you (:

[Antonio Valentino]

life is one big black and white question, with answeres gray..

my epitaph will be quite simple:

"I only hope I made more people smile, then frown"

your words are part of the thoughts of others now.. who then pass those things they read/experienced on to their progeny and so forth..

old writers never pass.. they just finish their part, of the chapter..

thank you for that... for being part of me, and us..

we are all the better, for it

:)

[demureminds]

Interesting way to think of things, thanks (:

[Tai Ryens]

One cannot help but ponder how they will be viewed the same if someone, anyone looked through the actions performed in clear sight, yet never noticed. I admire the concept, and how you ricochet from leaving this Earth, then to pastern notes, then back you yourself. Impressive.

[demureminds]

Thanks (: