Bending ever so far from center
Balanced foundation
No longer stabilized
By what once seemed solid
Grasping at anything presented
Finding only wisps of yesterday
Soon to be forgotten
The only substantial hold
To the self
To the center
To balance
And fight against these forces
Pulling
Tearing
From every side
From inside
And rolling ground
Breaking with the weight
Of all that is
And all that is carried
Shoulders burdened
And a yoke of torment
Bending evermore
Under the weight
No solid ground
Bending
Breaking
Falling
Failing
Again
Try as we might
We falter and then
In the heat of the fight
We stand up again
To stand with chin high
And take our next shot
Or gracefully sigh
And walk from the spot
Which do you do
When the going gets tough?
Stand and stay true
Or try your best bluff?
Give it your best
And never give in?
Or retreat from the test
And forfeit the win?
So soon the June has faded away
To a winter with skies of icy cold gray
Summer gives way to the cold with haste
After days we whiled away to waste
In the long grasses of fields so warm
Too calm to imagine the coming storm
And while there we dreamt of better days
Our best days past along the way
Spent fruitlessly dreaming instead of becoming
Content to listen to the low distant humming
Of promises made by lips so sweet
Only to see those promises retreat
Leaving hearts bleeding in love's distress
But… then again, I digress…
For this is not about love or hearts
But life itself and the sum of its parts
And how we spend our time in this life
Loving and laughing, or disaster and strife
To appreciate that which blesses our days
To embrace those who help along our way…
…and I’ve tried to rhyme days with way twice now
Which is strange if you consider how
They don’t really rhyme when one is singular
The plural is misplaced and, what rhymes with singular?
I can sigh over the trouble I have when
I’m deep in thought and the words don’t come, then
I lose my place, so distracted by
Everything swirling around inside
My mind feeling tormented by thoughts so heavy
What rhymes with heavy? Bevy? Levee? Chevy?
This is becoming more pointless as I write
Rather typical for most poems I keep out of sight
And don’t care to share, not even once
With anyone, for they’d think I was dunce
To write something so shoddy, a horrible prose
So keeping them to myself is what I have chose
Now, where was I? Oh yes, how we spend our days
And spend them so carelessly in such wasteful ways
Considering not that which improves our world
But looking forward toward a halo curled
And worrying over this and that
Or if Jennifer and Brad had another spat
And so many things that don’t at all affect us
Or things simply not worthy of any fuss
Meanwhile, hearts that can give so much
Nary considered for their loving touch
Here and now there is so much to treasure
Yet, we miss so much, and not even for pleasure
Or enjoyment of the people and for the passion
That can fill our lives without any ration
If we can only open our hearts, eyes and minds
And give our love willingly to all that we find
No judgment based only on what we see…
…yet another wasteful dream, toward a world that will never be…
COMMENTS
I have to say this and I hope it doesn't sound stupid... It's amazing that you can write poetry that rhymes without losing meaning.
I can't tell you how many poems I read where the author tried desperately to make things rhyme and it becomes cheap and mostly corny.
Yet when you create rhyme, there is reason and the words are paired as if they were never meant to be apart.
Spent fruitlessly dreaming instead of becoming
Content to listen to the low distant humming
*love*
Pessimism is not realty... grrrr.
I suck. Sorry.
COMMENTS
ppphhhhtttt.
Never apologize for expressing an opinion, sugar- our and your unique take on things is what makes us all so charmin' and interin' to play with.
Besides, mosre often than not, you're right
No, I was commenting on the fact I lost comments because I mispelled reality in the last journal post...
...the quote makes no sense when the word is realty... I'm not down on selling houses. FEH.
COMMENTS
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Joli
02:36 Dec 08 2009
Oh, hell yes. This is brilliant. I love it, birra.
faeriemoon
06:41 Dec 08 2009
What Joli said and then some! *love*