On You, Across The Table

On You, Across The Table

A Poem by Charles Konsor

We all want to believe our children will love us
Hold us, kiss us, stay with us,
and wrap their little hands around our fingers
Big eyes watch big people with big love

But they're a squirmy type
Run away, out of our arms
No matter how far we stretch

Exploring dust bunnies in corners
Carrying shoes to bury in the sand box
They all, will all, run away

And you see then,
Perhaps they are not yours.

Individuals behind those big eyes
And we, again, are left to watch
Like past loves left,
Mother, fathers, gone,
And a thousand friends,
drifted away

We own no one,
Our children owe nothing
And we will all realize how little we are
How alone we are

And in that we must find some happiness
We must find some truth
For them, for us,
For you

© 2015 Charles Konsor


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Hey man, Charles, I've never read much of your stuff and I'm not gonna blow sunshine up your arse as you are the owner of the website. Let me tell you something pal, this is f*****g good mate. It sums up how I feel at the moment! I'm just sitting in front of my computer screen waiting for the computer to speak to me, waiting for reviews. I'm too tired to review at the moment, I can't think let alone read!
I have a beer in front of me sitting by the keyboard. My forehead is creased up, my eyes black, yet I sit here endlessly, waiting for inspiration to write something. I have this dying urge to want to produce just something, even if it's tedious, yet I know that I'm in no state of mind to write anything half decent.
I saw you were on line and thought, let me read something of Charles's for once. He is responsible for this site. Well man your words spoke to me, that last stanza;

Unable to maintain this moment
This connection
This intimacy
Required to record it
Such is the curse of a writer

Posted 12 Years Ago


11 of 11 people found this review constructive.




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"Required to record it, Such is the curse of a writer..." So very true, the whole thing really... absolutely beautiful poetry. Witnessing the poetry on this site has made me want to write it again, it's been so long. ;)

Posted 13 Years Ago


15 of 18 people found this review constructive.

Writing and believing its more important than living.

I love that line...LOVE IT! It is perfect. Writing is new for me, but addicting and the more alive the stories become in the mind...the more it seems I'm a part of the living world....I so relate to this piece....connecting through words and yet not able to connect in person, because the thoughts are still resting in the words. GREAT POEM! fave -Leah

Posted 13 Years Ago


15 of 17 people found this review constructive.


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Charles Konsor
Charles Konsor

Portland, OR



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