There is no poetry without you

 

 

 

 

There is no poetry without you

 

 

Softly flows the sunset colors

painted on tired skies with fire

Igniting a wafting cloud in orchid tints,

the fresh scent of pine lingering within its escape

 

Drowsy horizons boast their claim

along seaside waverings in salted mist

Romance swims on shorelines engulfed

with all of the pageantry a white cap stanza can bring

 

And I whistle as I walk along,

taking in this wonder that has followed me home

Resting on a porch swing, feet off the ground

as morning glories sleep beyond white painted balustrades

 

Satin fingers intertwine with mine,

milk pudding lips bring their flavor to me

Luscious frosting in a whipped frenzy

coating my mouth in sugary mass

 

I point to the sky, the stars they beckon,

heart shaped constellations for two

Twinkling in your twilight eyes

as I reach for my pen and pad

 

Only to realize that this indeed is my imagination,

lounging on a worn out sofa, tattered cushions,

empty beer cans acting like so many ashtrays

leaving wet rings on a table, but who cares

 

There was a time when poetry flowed

from these nicotine stained fingers

in paisley emotions and violet scentings

climbing the arbor of love

 

But since you left,

leaving behind the shadows which claim my eyes

my ink is dry and my paper tossed, tiny balls in random patterns

on a floor that begs carpeting, but only bares soiled footprints

 

As I struggle to my feet, to the front window

desperately waiting for the grass to grow and butterflies…

I stab the wooden sill with my pen, I need it no more, for…

there is no poetry without you…and never will be again

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Captcha - Bodiless

Reviews

[Carl Drake Barnard]

First of all loved the pic man !! it said Writer sorrowing and longing!!! And the fact that there isn't a table meant for me he cant write :) so really WOW!! :) Your form is sort of attracting I was looking to see if words flow but to make sure there was no rhymes I read through it and I saw some so I was a little disappointed. But all and all truly lovable :) loved how the last stanza brought it all together, great write Jack :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much. Sometimes those rhymes just slip out.

[Carl Drake Barnard]

haha I understand :)

[BlackRose]

WOW, simply beautiful but oh so sad. Heartache for one, please...You have the magic touch.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[gabrielle]

The title alone is poetry in itself, Jack. If you read this to woman, she'll probably cry..

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Gabrielle, I'll have to give that a try.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A highly introverted piece that soothes ones soul at the common goal of humanity, well done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Thomas.

[David Scott]

Wonderful Jack!
Does this seem a little dramatic? I think it does. I also think it is honest Jack. We do need inspiration. I didn't write for 25 years... I wonder why?
This poem is a poem only a poet will truly understand. Thank you for writing this truth so artfully.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much David. Dramatic - yes, truthful - yes again. We as poets I believe dig deep and write from our hearts, but when that heart is broken all of the words seem to slip out through the cracks. It leaves a huge cavity in our poetic chests. Thanks so much my friend.

[Brittany Zedalis]

I point to the sky, the stars they beckon,
heart shaped constellations for two

Love those lines.

This is a very beautiful and sad poem. I like it a lot. :]

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Brittany.

[Brittany Zedalis]

You're welcome :]

[Vampaslick]

This one felt like I jumped into a puddle but fell into a sea. Deep, relatable, easy to understand, and leaves the reader with such a feeling of completeness, yet desire for more.
"Satin fingers intertwine with mine," was one of my favorite lines, it mimics my own thoughts on my past and the effects it has had on me and others. With downcast eyes, i felt like there was a whole new method of understanding to the rest of the poem.
Beautifully composed, keep it up

[Jack...]

Thank you so much for this fantastic review of my poem. I am thrilled you found this to your liking. I appreciate you taking the time to stop and read for a bit.

[Lyn Anderson]

Form, style, and word usage impeccable. As for subject matter, this is a pet peeve of mine and I hate it when someone says they can't live without me -- cause really that signals unhealthy dependency to me -- given my history that is how I think of it, but nevertheless it is a well written poem.

[Jack...]

Pssst, KL...it's just a poem. Thanks my friend. We get our inspiration from all over the place. Hell, I wrote a snow poem and I live in south Texas...go figure. I appreciate you and your point of view.

[Lyn Anderson]

I know, I know, but I can't help it, there is an Aranda song out right now called "nothing without you" I need to shut it off every time it comes on ...

[Jack...]

Maybe they are singing to their paycheck

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your ink isn't dry, jack...it just has a bit different flavor...
the missing, the longing...the feeling of being spent writing-wise...but you are such a prolific poet...

that well will never go dry...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Jacob...but you never know. I have to be inspired and if I lose that inspiration I may have to go back to counting sand on the beach. :) I appreciate you my friend.

[kublakhan27]

Reading this piece brought me back to my childhood, growing up literally on the Atlantic shoreline, watching the seasons morph into each other before my eyes...and thinking about how lonely I usually was. Whenever I visit my Mom now, those feelings are rekindled with the exception of racking my brain for good lines. As always, you've displayed your impeccable ability to use the pen as a paintbrush. I could read this a million times and take something different from it with every reading. The layers and richness of your poetic domain know no boundaries my friend...you are among the very best of us here at the cafe, and I know I'm not alone in that belief. Wonderful work Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend, that is a wonderful compliment you have paid me and I truly appreciate it. I may not necessarily agree with it, but I do appreciate your kindness. I am so thrilled you enjoyed this poem. I poured my heart into this and it took a lot out of me to write it. I was emotionally drained when I finished this and I am not sure I have regained yet what I lost.