5:37 am

5:37 am

 

5:37 am…the morning is silent,

eerily so that I can hear nothing

louder than I ever have before

Not a bird sings as the sun still sleeps

outside of this four walled solitude

Slowly drinking a cup of coffee,

wondering why I even exist

 

5:42 am…staring into the dark spaces

surrounding my mind like elastic memories

While I write these words

of absolutely no reason,

as if they will heal somehow, take the pain

scatter it upon horizons

that no longer have meaning

 

5:46 am…somehow I enjoy this silence

Seeing my shadow below,

head in hands on the surface of my desk,

painting charcoal pictures of loneliness,

listening to key strokes breaking the quiet,

hoping this faux ink erases the past,

yet I believe nothing can…5:51 am

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Captcha - Maffia...oh well, I never liked my knee caps much anyway.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A beautifully sad, lonely - oh so lonely! piece of writing, Jack. But there's something missing, my friend .. you've forgotten such a precious gift - every morning is a new beginning! The silence of an early morning is the mist rising from your pores, is the clearing of veils across your eyes.. and more. Those aren''t my words, someone said as much once.. they've been my friend since things happened in the past. Adventure your days, Jack; none of us know how many we have ahead..

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. That is wonderful advice. I appreciate your kindness to me always.

[Baby Ricochet]

Interesting in the moment sort of a poem. Good one jack

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Claire in VA]

Very nice description of a quiet, early morning.
I love the format!
You are a talented poet indeed!
--Claire :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Claire

[Emerald Seas]

I understand this picture. Although, from my perspective I rarely find a moment of solitude, and relish the moment when it comes by to pause with me. I understand the loneliness that yearning creates, that trying to grasp a strong hold over a difficult situation creates, that unfulfilled dreams create. However, I guess I don't despair... because I look for moments to be alone and just be with thoughts. Doesn't happen enough these days. That process keeps me grounded on a number of levels. The early morning, before first light... One of my favorite times for solitude :)

Very sorrowful, tranquil in its beauty and pain, my friend. You wrote an excellent write :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend. Happy you enjoyed this.

[Emerald Seas]

Always enjoy reading your work :)

[Sami Khalil]

You have painted a picture of loneliness, of charcoal shadows, of scattered horizons, of bitter coffee mixed with pain. This was sadly good and darkly teary ...

[Jack...]

Thanks Sami. Those early mornings sure do inspire me.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:)..............

[A. Amos]

Not a bird sings as the sun still sleeps

Jack this line make me think, you my friend are a true genius..thank you

[Jack...]

Thanks A...I don't know about that, but it sounds nice when someone says it.

[A. Amos]

I truly mean it, the reason very few people go into such a depth of description and details; you truly are gifted with that gift. Thank you once again for sharing this piece with me, truly enjoyed.

[Pryde Foltz]

5:42 am…staring into the dark spaces

surrounding my mind like elastic memories

While I write these words

of absolutely no reason,

as if they will heal somehow, take the pain

scatter it upon horizons

that no longer have meaning

Great concept and masterful execution. Tic-Tok-Tic… we all get that.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend.

[Marie]

Mornings can be bad times. Tooo early to start the day, no chance of going back to sleep. That's when I long for the days I had Xanax...

[Jack...]

You would Marie...Thanks so much. Now go back to sleep.

[redzone]

Jack watch out for Frieda's buddy, Vinnie. He's famous for "capping". But back to the poem.. mornings are the best time,to see the potential in a new day, to write and be inspired by a rising sun, to listen to the ancient conversation between Luna, Venus and Mars.. your poem took me to many mornings sitting in my yard when I had one and watched the steam from my coffee swirl around.. its a soft time of day.. ~~redzone
I know it's a sad poem but...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I'm not too worried about Vinnie, but Frieda, when she';s amd, now that's a different story. Good bye knee caps and anything else important.

[redzone]

I can imagine she can get very very VERY mad and then tornados, even typhoons would seem tame and a sunny day .. so far I have stayed on her good side, or perhaps it's staying far far away ..
Hope you are good Jack ..

[Jack...]

Yes indeed, the weather can change quickly. But I wouldn't trade her for any other weather in the world.

[redzone]

Understand completely ..

[gabrielle]

It's dreadful to wake up each morning having this kind of feeling. Ah, such a melancholic write.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Gabrielle