Face down

Face down

A Poem by Jack...
"

Face down in the street as love parades by

"

 

 

Face down

 

 

Fragile, this existence,

love

parading by-

 

As days count and storm clouds rise...

Beneath me on the pavement

lie the shards

of what I once was, what could have been,

silenced,

as the crowd looks on

 

Vast collections of splintered feelings

tear at me,

rip my flesh,

purge my heart,

bringing the pain of dying gardens,

over run with weeds of intense sense and truth,

as these faces

grow wicked

 

Oh how these blooms stare

openly gawking, (perhaps smirking)

as I drop the shears to the ground,

where they stick

face down,

and soften asphalt swallows

 

Nurtured inward lies converge on me

My beliefs chase me,

laugh at me,

taunt me,

like a parade balloon fighting against the wind

 

The marching band stands still,

there is no music,

only the mocking of colorful floats

shedding memories

like pink tissue crafted flowers

to the street

 

They trample me,

And I thank them…

For this is me,

face down

 

 

 

 

© 2013 Jack...


Author's Note

Jack...
Thank you for reading

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Jack, you blow me away with each write. This was really well done as always, I loved it. It was so heartfely. It was perfect. Well done and thank you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

No, thank you my sweet friend.
Outside the sphere of joy, looking in - so heavy-hearted this piece seems. Each short phrase is like a punch of harsh reality. Superbly written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Rita. I truly do appreciate you stopping by.
Wow!! I'm in awe.. :) This is wonderful from start to fininsh. Just plain Wow!!! Thank you for the RR :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading and leaving such a wonderful review.
"dying gardens,

over run with weeds of intense sense and truth

as these faces

grow wicked



Oh how these blooms stare."
I love the feeling of Mardi Gras of love lost and the people looking down from their balconies at your parade where it rained and thundered and you had to fight against the wind of time.
A brilliant poem and idea Jack...Pen on kind sir...:)



Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much my friend.
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

My pleasure. Any time... You bring brilliancy to this site and more...:)

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Tags: sadness, sorrow, pain, parades

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Jack...
Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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