What is it to smile

What is it to smile

A Poem by Jack...

 

 

 

 

What is it to smile…

 

when the eyes you cherish

turn from you,

peering off into the distance,

seeking another sight,

encased in a theme

that does not include you?

 

What is it to desire…

 

if what you long for hides

behind curtains of pain,

blacked out windows

redirecting the sunlight

to a place

that longs for nothing?

 

What is it to breathe…

 

within a life that does not matter,

in full view of your imagination

crumbling like so much dust

beneath cushions of your heart,

mingling with lost change

alone in muffled visions?

 

What is it to love?

 

© 2013 Jack...


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Jack...
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Good morning, Jack. You're pulling the heart strings this morning. I find the eyes and voice are always the truth tellers. If sincerity isn't in the eyes, you know... and then the voice - inflections of tone, pauses, pace of speech... warmth, etc., it's so easy to tell. Love the questioning in the poem - all of us do this at one time or another... question. :) excellent.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Ok sorry...was just getting my hopes up I guess.
Emerald Seas

10 Years Ago

I'll be around... don't think I'll let you wander into the New Year without coming by to read you. N.. read more
Jack...

10 Years Ago

Yep I can certainly get into trouble if I'm not kept in line.
Sheesh Jack, another heart tugger, breathing can be difficult at times, as can smiling, and the eyes always have it, for me at least, if your eyes aren't sincere there's no sense. With poetry like this, who could help but smile, even though it's melancholy. Always amazing my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

You are so kind to me and such an inspiration. Always my smile is because of you. I am thrilled you .. read more

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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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